ALINA
“What the hell, Alina?!” David snapped the moment I walked into my apartment. He was standing in the middle of the living room, looking like he had been waiting for me for hours. “You don’t just drop a bomb like that on me and then disappear without a word.”
Rolling my eyes, I walked straight past him. I had barely taken two steps when he reached out and grabbed my hand.
“Where did you spend the night?”
“With Vincent.”
His eyes immediately dropped to my neck. His expression changed when he noticed the faint marks on my skin, and his jaw tightened, his fingers closing more tightly around my wrist.
“You had s*x with him?”
I stared at him for a second before yanking my hand free. “Now, that’s none of your business.”
I rubbed my sore wrist, glaring at him.
“You’re my best friend
