126: Celebrations Gone Wrong (II)

Keeping his eyes trained on the dance floor downstairs, Claude finished off his drink in one big gulp. 

"A***h*les!" He slammed down the glass on the table, the force powerful enough to make it crack down the middle. Though he could care less about it.

Before the other two men could question his acting, he stormed out of their private lounge and down to the ground floor where Ayla was. Keeping his pace up, Claude approached the trio which were now surrounded by a group of men. What made his blood boil actually was the fact that one of them was practically hovering over Ayla like a pesky little fly he was. 

"Hey, you!" Claude spoke up loud enough to get the man's attention as his feet brought him to a stand behind Ayla's little frame. Without wasting another second, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back into his chest, protectively. "You shouldn't be in a place where you are clearly not wanted