It was obvious from the way the man was talking to you that he was trying to flirt with you. Wallace's eyes narrowed as he watched from a distance, feeling a twinge of jealousy that was unlike him. He wasn't the type to get jealous easily, but the sight of another man making you blush was enough to trigger something deep within him.

With a final sip of his Martini, Wallace stood up and walked over to where you stood, wrapping his arms around your neck and glaring at the man standing in front of him. "This place is boring," he sighed, "there's not even a single handsome face in here for me to look at. The martini is not good either"

Then, without giving the guy time to react, Wallace took you and left the club, still wrapping his arms around your neck.