A Business Pleasure

Chapter 20: Mousse

^^i put StrawberryBoi 's drawing up again because I love it 😂😂🙈❤️

I am so looking forward to all Ant and Dec's shows they have been working on ❤️😍

Sorry this update took so long... suffering with a bit of writers block 🤦‍♀️

"I'm afraid I have to protest to that," Philip's voice broke into their bubble and both of them turned to see him looking at Anthony disapprovingly, "You won't be able to get to him."

"Yes I can," Ant protested, stepping closer to him, "You said it yourself that I'm the best you've ever seen!"

"Best I've ever seen, yes, but remember that I've only been in the business for the last seven years. There isn't much for me to compare you with," Philip reminded him.

"Hold on, only seven years?" Dec raised an eyebrow, "What, were you thirty three when you joined?"

There was silence for a long moment before it was punctuated with Ant bursting into laughter and Philip actually looking offended before turning away with an honest-to-goodness pout. Dec looked in between the two of them wondering what he had said wrong when Ant laid a hand on his shoulder both to steady himself and as a form of reassurance.

"He's barely in his thirties, Decky," Ant got out with difficulty, "He's not that much older than you!"

"What?! But he- you-" Dec looked at Philip again, but this time only to see the assassin looking resigned.

"My hair turned silver in my 20's, similarly to the rest of the men in my family," Philip muttered, one hand moving up to run though his silver hair.

"Oops," Dec muttered, "Sorry...."

"No, it's alright, you didn't know," Philip sighed, "Still, it doesn't do much for my ego."

"I can't believe you insulted an assassin," Cat commented.

"I can't believe it either," Declan shook his head.

"Anyway," Philip cleared his throat, "I have my say and I don't think you're ready for something of this level."

"I can do it!" Ant scowled, "You're just being all teachery because I beat you last time."

Philip froze at that and this time, it was obvious that even the cold and calm Philip had a competitive streak a mile wide, "Say that again."

"Why don't you try and prove me wrong?" Ant smirked, folding his arms and giving him a look that could only be described as superior, "I promise to go easy on you."

"You're going to eat those words, brat," Philip scowled, getting to his feet while Dec and Cat got off their seats on the mats and moved to the side. Ant and Philip began warming up, shooting insults at each other as they did and sending Dec and Cat into hysterics when Philip called Ant a "Geordie with a big forehead".

"Damn, that's gotta hurt!" Cat said in between giggles, "Philip told it like it is!"

"Shush, Deeley," Ant called back before taking a position on the mat, facing Philip.

"Focus, Anthony," Philip took a deep breath and moved into a fighting position, watching Ant do the same, "Ready?"

"Very," came the reply.

Philip smiled for a quick second....right before lashing out with a punch that would broken someone's jaw if it had made contact. Ant quickly slapped his palm against Philip's wrist, deflecting the punch to the side and lashing out with his own, which was promptly blocked by Philip.