Kellen was letting Rhys tug him towards the conference room more than anything else. He had a feeling in his bones that if he protested this in the slightest, the man wouldn't be able to move him, ever.
Even if he was an S Class, even if he was able to freeze time and pick him up and put him wherever he wanted, that just wasn't going to happen. Kellen was steamed. There, he said it.
He was pissed that not only had two other men he'd never met before touched his man, they had also called him a nickname that Kellen had never heard of before, and Rhys hadn't refused.
That was the part that was making Kellen the most upset. He wasn't refusing the words, the names, the touches. He was allowing it. Kellen knew that he was over-emotional. They had told him in the nicest way possible, but knowing that, Rhys should also fucking know not to push him either.
