So...it's been practically a year since I updated this. I apologize for that. I had started it, lost motivation and inspiration for it, then completely forgot about it. I recently remembered I was writing this and suddenly had something to write about. I also remembered that people seemed to really like this story and I feel REALLY bad for keeping everyone waiting. I'll try to update this more frequently, I promise.

With that said, I hope you all enjoy this long overdue chapter!

Disclaimer: I own no one but Rosalind Irvine, so please don't sue me. :)

Enjoy!

"It's from my brother!" Rosalind answered, a little too quickly.

"Why'd your brother give you money?" Phil asks, not believing her, but going along with it anyway.

"Uh…I don't have a job at the moment," She says. "And he's a Superstar, as you know, and in a heavy metal band, so he has more than enough money to spare for his little sister."

"He just sends you money?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm his sister," She shrugs. "He knows I haven't had a job for…a year. I make money when I can."

Phil's phone, which was sitting on the table, vibrated and lit up at that time, not giving him the opportunity to ask any more questions.

Rosalind leaned over a little to look at his phone. Smirking, she asks, "Ooh, who's Amy?"

"My girlfriend, if you must know," He says, not taking his eyes away from his phone, but rolling his eyes.

"Aw, you have a girlfriend!" She says.

"Yeah, I know. It'd be kind of hard to have a girlfriend who didn't know about you," He points out.

"That's called being a stalker," She says. "If you're a stalker, I think I should leave you to your stalking."

"I know where you live," He says, looking at her with a strange look on his face, after setting his phone down on the table.

"Oh, you do?" She asks. "Interesting. Interesting, indeed. I know where you live, as well."

"That's because I took you there," He says. "You were wearing my clothes and everything; you made yourself at home. You're one of the first girls I've had my apartment, so don't be surprised if people think you're a prostitute or something."

Rosalind's eyes widen, but they quickly return back to normal and she laughs nervously. "Yeah, let's hope not."

Seeing that she was uncomfortable, and they had received their food when Amy texted him, and they were each done with it, Phil called over their waitress and asked for the bill. Rosalind tried to pay, but he insisted.

"You don't have a job," He reminds her. "Let me pay for this and you can keep your money for something you really need it for."

She just smiles, and they get up and head to his car.

Phil wanted to talk, but his phone rang, and a few seconds later, so did Rosalind's.

"Hello?"

"Hey, man, where have you been?" It was John.

Phil rolled his eyes. "I told you last night that I didn't want to go to that bar with you, but you and Randy dragged me there, anyway. When I saw you guys grinding on some girls, I ditched you guys."

"We brought you there because we needed a designated driver!" He exclaims. "We didn't bring you there for no reason!"

"Well, I didn't feel comfortable there, so I left," Phil says. "Did you guys at least make it back to the hotel safely?"

"Yeah, we're fine, no thanks to you!" John says.

"I'm driving, and I don't want to die because I'm paying more attention to you than the road, so I'm hanging up – "

"Do I hear a girl?" John interrupts.

"What? No," Phil replies.

"Are you sure? Because I – "

"Goodbye, John," He says and hangs up.

"Hello?" Rosalind asks, confused. An unknown number had called.

"Is this Rosalind Irvine?" A deep, yet familiar, voice asks her.

"Yes…"

"This is Vince McMahon," The voice says. "May I discuss a few things with you?"

With wide eyes, she replies, "Yes, absolutely."

"Wonderful," He says. "I happened to stumble across your video on YouTube. It was shown to me by one of my workers and I wanted to know if I could get you down to my office to discuss a few things."

Confused, she replies, "Uh, sure. Yes, sir. I can get there whenever is fine with you."

"How about this Friday?" He asks.

"Uh…Yes, I think that will work," She says.

"Great!" He says. He gives her the address to his office and they hang up.

Phil glances over at her from the driver's seat and sees her stunned expression. "Are you okay?"

Rosalind notices his iPhone in the cup holder between them; it was a much nicer phone than hers.

Instead of answering the question, she asks, "Can I borrow your phone for a minute?"

Confused, he says, "Sure, go ahead."

She picks it up and goes to straight to YouTube. After searching a few things, she finds what she thinks Vince saw. She presses Play and watches it.

When it's over, she locks the phone and sets it back where it was.

"Are you okay?" Phil asks.

"I'm on YouTube," She says, softly. "I'm on YouTube and Vince McMahon wants to talk to me because of it."

"Are you serious?" He asks, surprised.

"Yeah, I'm pretty serious," She says. "Say, where are you taking me? Your apartment or the hotel?"

"I was thinking my apartment," He says.

"Can you take me to the hotel? I need to send my brother an email," She says.

"Yeah, sure."

Chris,

I know we haven't talked in a while. Not since...you know. But I need to ask you for a favor and it's important you say yes.

I need a plane ticket to Connecticut. I know you probably don't want to give me money, but it's for a job interview; it won't be spent on anything other than the plane ticket. If I get this job, hopefully you won't see me as your dirty little sister, but you will respect me.

Please, Chris. I will never ask you for anything else again.

Love,

Rosalind

"Why are you trying on all these long-sleeved dresses?" Phil asks, confused. "It's the middle of April, so it's going to be hot."

Rosalind had decided she needed to wear a dress when she met Vince McMahon, but none of her dresses were…appropriate. Phil had been with her when she was looking and offered to buy her a dress. She tried to decline, but he had insisted.

"I don't want him to see…my tattoos," She says, frowning. "I'm always judged because of them, and I don't want him to judge me, too."

"He's going to judge you for wearing a long-sleeved dress," He points out, laughing. "And, hey, if he's okay with me, he'll be okay with you. I have a million more tattoos than you and he likes me."

"I thought he didn't like you," She says.

"True…But it's not because of my tattoos," He says, causing her to laugh.

"Fine…" She says. She finds a dress that isn't long-sleeved and decides to try it on. When she comes out, Phil is on his phone. She walks over to a mirror and looks herself over.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" Phil says, causing Rosalind to turn around and look at him, her eyebrows raised.

"Are you looking at my ass?" She asks, smirking.

"It's kinda hard not to," He says.

She blushes. "Maybe I should get – "

"Relax, I'm just kidding. You look fine, Rosie," He says.

"Rosie?"

"Yeah. It's short for Rosalind," He says.

"I knew that. It's what my brother calls me," She says. "I wasn't expecting you to call me that."

"If you don't like it, I can call you Richard if you want," He says.

"Richard…?" She asks. "Where did you come up with Richard?"

"Rosalind and Richard both begin with an R," He says, shrugging. "It makes perfect sense."

"It makes no sense," She says, laughing. "Let me take off the dress and we can leave."

Rosie,

I wish I didn't, but I believe you. Don't make me regret it.

Please don't think that I don't love you, because that's not it. I just wish you'd do something that wasn't so dangerous. If you get this job, please tell me it will be your only job.

I sent you the money for a plane ticket to Connecticut, so look out for it.

Chris