“Please stop, I’m human… just like everyone else,” I whispered, voice trembling, barely audible over the roaring laughter.
The drunk man's hand hovered over my chest, leering at me with eyes full of filth.
I closed my eyes, bracing for impact—humiliation sealing itself into my skin.
CRASH!
A yell. Glass. Screaming.
I blinked open, startled.
Blood splattered across the polished floor. The man who had reached for me was now groaning on the ground, a jagged bottle of champagne in pieces near his head. Zane stood above him, his chest heaving, half a bottle still clutched in his hand.
“You want to keep embarrassing yourself, huh?” Zane growled, spinning and punching the second man in the jaw with a sickening crack.
The third one tried to protest, but Zane slapped him so hard he stumbled
