Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 84

Blake thought that if Ayla kept clinging to a man like Troy, then she was truly hopeless.

She would never train her again.

Blake liked helping sharp women rise in the workplace.

She had climbed her way up and wanted to pull other strong women with her.

But she only gave chances to women who stayed clear headed and hungry.

Ayla stopped when James called out.

She turned and saw Troy.

Ayla felt nothing now when she ran into him.

She came here because she made plans with James. She would not hide just because Troy showed up.

Her face stayed steady.

Draven said, "Want to keep going?"

Ayla hesitated.

His tone carried a bite. It sounded like a challenge thrown at her.

He was doing it on purpose.

He might not even care about coaching her. He only knew this would hit Troy where it hurt.

Their conflict ran deep and would never be fixed.

Ayla had not answered yet.

Troy walked over with a frozen expression and said, "You're leaving with me."

He refused to stand back and watch Ayla play tennis with the man he hated most.

James smacked a tennis ball toward Troy's shoes. He said, "She's here because I asked her. We're playing for two hours. It hasn't even been half an hour. If you need something, come back at five."

Herman knew James far too well.

James always made trouble bigger. If needling Troy further could make trouble worse, that was what he would do.

Herman did not even blink. He pushed his silver frames up and watched with interest.

A scene without James stirring things up never tasted right.

Will opened his mouth then closed it. He had no right to cut in unless Draven moved first.

He looked at Draven.

Draven stood still with a cold expression. He did not react at all.

That was normal.

Draven never cared about Ayla.

Troy knew James was Max's cousin.

Max was annoying, and Draven was worse. Both of them were impossible.

Troy said, "She's my wife. Why do you think this is your business?"

His voice was sharp. He couldn't care less about James.

He stepped forward until he was standing directly in front of Ayla.

Ayla couldn't look anywhere else when he blocked her entire view.

A slow, cold laugh slipped out of him.

He said, "You look very free to me."

His tone was calm, but the cruelty underneath made Ayla's skin rise.

Then he jerked her forward.

His grip tightened abruptly, turning rough.

James stepped into his path with a hard stare.

Troy snapped, "Move."

James stood his ground. He said, "Troy, do you even know what respect means? She clearly doesn't want to go. I'm giving you three seconds. Let her go."

Troy never expected Ayla to have this kind of support.

James even stepped in for her.

Anger burned in his chest, but his face stayed blank.

Troy turned toward Draven.

His voice dripped with mockery. He said, "My wife is my problem. Since when do your friends get to interfere? You're not part of the family."

He meant that nothing about the Winstons had anything to do with Draven.

James stared for a second, then exploded. He said, "What is wrong with you? I'm her friend. I'm pissed because you act like a tyrant. This has nothing to do with Draven. You think my friend is as small minded as you?"

James pushed on. He said, "No one wakes up wanting to deal with you. I have a life. And no one wants to be your family."

Troy said, "My ego is none of your business. But your barking is real. And your meddling is real."