Nineteenth Vow: May The Best Man Win IV

"You what?!" She is dumbstruck. "Delete it, right now!" Grey laughed. Holding out his phone on the air. Her height is enough to reach Grey's chest – that would make her a head and a couple of inches shorter than him. The same would go for Victor.

Kingsley and Rovanovich are about the same height. "You actually believe that?"

"Knowing you, I wouldn't be surprised." Victor held one of his temples. He sighed. "So what if you do? That was very simple. You only know some tiny details. Nothing more than scraps."

"Why do you care second place? Isn't that the whole reason for two people to see other? To know the best of one another."

Victor growled. "We just finished eating and the two of you are fighting again. Fine, let's all go home and part ways."

"Gladly… Let's go Rosie." He grabbed her hand only for her to remove it. "I'm taking the bus. I'm going back to the apartment."

"You're just wasting money."

"Now you care for what I feel?" She huffed her cheeks. She made inaudible noises. "I wanted to relax on my free day! I've been stressed for who knows how long! And, and…" She paced back and forth.

"You guys just have to ruin that for me! I'm leaving!" She pointed at Grey. "You disappoint me more than Victor today. You promised me you'd behave!"

She turned to her best friend. "And you! Control your jealousy around other people! Just because I'm having fun with other guys, it doesn't mean I'm going to end up in the news tomorrow! You can't control what I do Victor. I deserve some space."

"Rosie-" She cut him off. "No… You go home and don't call me." She faced Grey once more. "The same goes for you too." The frustrated brunette left the battling duo disappointed in themselves.

"If you hadn't showed up, she would've been happier with me." Victor gave him a death glare.

"Shut the fuck up Rovanovich, you think you're some saint huh? You think I don't know? I wonder if Cathy knows."

Victor froze. "What the fuck did you do?"

"I've saw men with cameras following Cathy and you know, one of them gave in and said 'It was a rich guy I don't know, he paid me a lot of money! I needed the money.' Pitiful man." Grey walked up to him.

Death glare versus death glare.

"The pictures were then sent to your office. You obsessed motherfucker. Ha! Imagine if she found out! She'd hate you so much. I'd like to be there when she does." Victor prepared to punch him but stopped.

"Rosie wouldn't want to see your ugly ass, she'll blame me for that. Even when she finds out about the pictures, she wouldn't care. She'd accept me. She always did." He feasted upon his miserable delusions. Anyone in the right mind, would fear him for what he's done.

"Let's not act like you're not the same as me." Grey laughed. "Yes, even if you say we are, I have more dirt on you. Compared to me, sure, I ruined other people's lives but is that what you'd say, huh? I ruin others?"

He continued. "You're fucking hilarious." He started clapping. "Let's see, you have people watch, take photos of her and we don't know maybe you have a camera installed inside her bedroom."

Victor snapped. He snapped hard. The last one was a lie. He wouldn't do that. He respects Catherine more than anyone. He only made his men follow her to make sure she's safe. The photos were just for his satisfaction.

"If you tell Rosie, I will kill you." He said grimly. "Ha! So, you do have a camera inside her bedroom, you sick fuck." Grey is awfully disgusted. As twisted as he is, he wouldn't go that far. "No, you motherfucker! Fuck you Kingsley!"

A low growl escaped in Victor's throat but he is all bark for now. Catherine would hate him if he would beat the hell up on Grey. The black-haired male tsked.

"True or not, I wouldn't tell her just yet. If you want to play, then let's play Rovanovich. How about we settle this like fine gentlemen, no? No guards, no bloodshed. Everyone's a fair game." He explained further. "We let Cathy decide who she wants to be with."

"Fine then Kingsley. No guards, no bloodshed and no shady business." Grey reached out his hand for a handshake. Victor took it. Both men squeezed each other's palms, hard. "You better settle your affairs against me, and I'd abort mine."

Victor wiped his hand using the said handkerchief and threw it in the trash. "Fine." The two finally part ways.

May the best man win.