Kolton's knuckles turned white as he gripped the armrest of his chair. Every muscle in his body coiled tight, ready to spring into violence. The sight before him made his blood surge through his veins like molten fire.
Kimi moved around Kirk with the careful attention of a devoted lover. Her fingers worked delicately at the buttons of his suit jacket, treating him like fragile glass that might shatter with one wrong touch.
She was worried about him. About Kirk.
The genuine warmth in her smile hit Kolton like a physical blow. It wasn't the polite mask she wore around others. This smile reached her eyes, softening her entire face in a way that made Kolton's chest burn with raw fury.
Here he sat, unable to even put on his own jacket because of the wounds covering his back, while she tenderly undressed another man.
"Thank you, sweetheart," Kirk's voice carried across the room like a challenge.
