Date

Davis's POV

I stood in front of the mirror as I worked on the buttons of my shirts. The white sleeved shirt, I had worked on, cutting the sleeves off, making the shirt sleeveless. That's what I did to all my sleeve shirts. I hated the inconvenience it caused around my elbow.

“Set?” Vincent came out of the bathroom, dressed also in a brown suit. I picked up my black charcoal suit and wore it as well.

“All set” I replied.

We both just didn't understand why Harry wanted us to do this. Worse was, Harry had forced Vincent when he wasn't even dating anyone.

Just yesterday, we were having a discussion when Catherine asked Grace about her last dinner date with me. Grace openly disgraced me, telling everyone in the dining room that I had never taken her out on a dinner date before.

Harry took it worse than his wife. I was expecting him to understand since he was a mafia Lord like I am, but the man just couldn't get the silent signs I was giving to him.

Harry promised Grace on my behalf th