DYLAN AND LANCE

VINCENT'S POV

I parked my car in front of Lance's house. Sophie made me promise yesterday that I should talk to him and our parents about our wedding. That's why here I am.

"G-Good evening, S-Sir Vincent..." one of his maids greeted me.

"Where's Lance?"

"He's inside his library, Sir."

I nodded as I entered his mansion. I went straight to his library and there I saw him drinking whisky alone.

"May I join you?"

He shifted his gaze at me and furrowed my brows upon seeing me. He looked surprised, but then he just shrugged and beckoned me to sit on the chair next to him. Since there was only one glass there on the table, I just drank the whiskey directly from its bottle.

"Want to play chess?" I got surprised when he asked me.

"Sure."

He then stood up and brought his chessboard as he sat back in his chair again.

"What should we make a bet on?" I asked him when I was finally done arranging the pieces.

"Soph