"Well, she cannot be that much of a bad news if you both used to fuck." Kalina snapped, her annoyance flaring. She was tired of him trying to paint Natasha in a bad light.
Dominique spun around to face her, shock starkly visible in every feature. His eyes widened, eyebrows shooting up, and his mouth slightly agape. "What?!" he spluttered, his voice thick with incredulity.
"Isn't that the real reason you don't want me to be friends with her? I'd rather you say that instead of trying to make her look bad." Kalina said, her tone sharp and unyielding. Her brows furrowed, eyes narrowing as her lips pressed into a thin line.
This was possibly the first time Dominique was ever speechless. His mind raced, eyes darting as he struggled to find words. His gaze flickered with confusion and a hint of panic, his mouth opening and closing without sound.