"What the fuck is this?" He demanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
Kalina and Natasha's faces snapped in Dominique's direction, startled. Their expressions were those of people caught doing something they weren't supposed to be doing, eyes wide and lips parted in surprise. They were both sitting on the floor with the coffee table in front of them, staring at the laptop screen, laughter abruptly halted by Dominique's intrusion.
Natasha had never had a true friend before. Her colleagues, who hung around her for her fame, never felt genuine. But with Kalina, she felt real care. She had planned to tell Kalina about her history with Dominique, hoping their friendship could withstand the revelation. Dominique's sudden appearance was not part of that plan.
"What are you doing here, babe?" Kalina asked, surprise etched on her face as she stood up, Natasha following suit, trying to hide behind Kalina with a nervous look.