Obviously, he hadn’t forgotten our one-night stand.
“Why did you lie if you remembered it clearly?” I asked angrily, feeling aggrieved. “Why did you deny that we slept together? It’s because of your denial that I ended up in this position!”
If he had admitted he was the father of my child, I wouldn’t have suffered in prison and Vicky wouldn’t have been killed.
Thinking about Vicky, my heart ached and tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably.
Caleb frowned and said nothing more.
“This is our Alpha. He doesn’t have to admit that he slept with some hooker.” A man with golden-rimmed glasses suddenly spoke up.
If my memory served me right, this man was Caleb’s Beta, Carlos Vargas. But his words left me completely stunned.
A hooker?
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Did they think I was a hooker? It was so ridiculous! What gave them the impression that I was a hooker?
Suddenly, I saw something flash before my eyes, and then I heard a dull thud. Something had hit my forehead and fell to the floor in front of me.
I looked down and saw that it was a wad of cash.
Carlos had taken the money out of his wallet and thrown it at my face.
“How dare you come here? You just want to blackmail him with your one-night stand, don’t you?” Carlos sneered at me in disdain. “Bitch, is that enough money to shut your mouth?”
He threw more cash at me, every venomous word trampling on my dignity. “What? Isn’t that enough?” Carlos sneered and continued to take out more money from his wallet. “Tell me, how many customers can you entertain at one time? There are many rich men here who’d Like a good time—”
“Enough! Caleb snapped at him. Impatience was written all over his face.
“Get out of my sight!” Caleb spat at me. “Or are you looking for more clients?”
His words were Like a sharp knife, stabbing at my heart ruthlessly. The humiliation was unbearable.
I felt so suffocated.
Overnight, I lost my home, my dear Vicky, and my mate saw me as nothing but a prostitute.
I didn’t care whether Leonel was waiting outside to kill me. I needed to get out of this wretched bar. Without thinking, I bolted out the door, tears streaming down my face.
Caleb’s POV:
I watched as the girl ran out crying. For some reason, I felt strange. Noticing my hesitation, Carlos asked with a teasing smile, “Caleb, you wouldn’t believe a hooker, would you?”