Charles's POV
I slammed the door behind me with a force that made the entire frame shudder. My chest heaved as rage coursed through my veins like molten fire. My hands trembled with barely contained fury.
Without warning, I exploded.
I hurled the crystal decanter at the wall first, spraying glass across the hardwood floor. Books followed, then the bronze sculpture from my desk. My fist connected with the mahogany bookshelf, wood splintering under the impact. Pain shot through my knuckles, but it wasn't enough to quench the inferno burning inside me.
Nothing would be enough until I could get the image of her kissing him out of my head.
Sandy had kissed Zayden. Right in front of me.
She had allowed that bastard to touch her, to pull her close, to whisper in her ear. And she hadn't resisted. She hadn't even looked uncomfortable.
Instead, she had completely ignored my presence in that room.
