Kimberly's POV
He was mad. So mad that I could feel his anger bounce off of him like a ball hitting a wall at full speed. The dressing room that seemed so very big only seconds ago now seemed cramped and small as his fury filled the room making the walls come closer to me.
"What are-"
"What am I doing here? Is that what you were going to ask?" he asked, a brow raised.
"I-"
"The question I'd rather want an answer to is what you are doing here?" he interrupted again.
"I-"
"And even more, why you decided to not tell me, to lie to the guards who, by the way, is on my payroll and who could lose their jobs with a snap of my fingers."
He started tapping his foot on the ground, as if he was distraught, impatient, and very much wanted to be anywhere but here.
"I wanted to get out of the h
