Outcast: The Alpha King's Beloved

Linda's POV: 

I woke up early the next morning, while Jerome was still asleep.

Looking at his sleeping face brought me a sense of joy that I hadn't felt in a long time.

Nothing had happened between us last night.

Despite how hard I had tried to seduce him, Jerome didn't want to have sex with me at all.

In the end, I had no choice but to take off his clothes and lie next to him naked.

Lying next to each other naked was enough.

With that, I'd be able to convince Jerome that we had sex last night.

I decided to deal a heavy blow to Skylar.

So I sneaked into the bathroom and called Andy.

"Andy, my dear son.Go find Skylar right now and ask her to take you to find your dad, okay?"

"Mom, where are you?" Andy asked.

"Andy, don't worry about that.Ask Skylar to take you to see your dad first, okay?"

"Okay, Mom,"

Andy agreed on the other end of the line.I knew my son well.

No matter how confused he was, he would listen to me and do as I said.

After hanging up the phone, I tiptoed back to bed, tightly clung onto Jerome's naked body, and pretended to be fast asleep.

A while later, I felt movement next to me.

It seemed that Jerome was stirring from his sleep.

"Linda? Why are you here?"

Jerome asked in panic and pushed me away without hesitation.

Did he loathe me this much? His first reaction after waking up in the same bed as me was to push me away.

I suppressed my frustration and blinked sleepily, as if I had just woken up.

Then, I crawled into his arms with an aggrieved look.

"Jerome, we had sex last night.You know what? It's been a long time since I felt this happy."

"Linda, what are you talking about?" Jerome's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What on earth happened? I was drinking with Skylar last night.Why are you in my bed?"

"Jerome, you don't remember? You got so drunk last night.I was worried about you, so I came to see if you were okay.But you held onto me and didn't let me go.You kept talking about our past together, Jerome.You said you couldn't forget me, and that you looked for me for a long time."

I tried my best to tell him a believable lie.

"That's impossible.Why would I say something like that to you? I love Skylar.I wouldn't want to sleep with anyone else, no matter how drunk I was,"

Jerome said firmly.

was obvious that he didn't believe me

know what? All these years, I couldn't forget about you at all.I really wished that I could be with you again.But the truth is, you're the one who initiated something last

tears pooling

do

head with his hands and shook his

that's what you think of me, Jerome? You think I'm a woman who

pointed at the messy clothes strewn over the floor and the marks

lie too? You're the one who gave me all these hickeys.Last night, you tore off my clothes and made love to

spoke, I tried my best to

me? Are you going to treat me like a cheap prostitute who you can just cast away after getting what

instead of denying anything, Jerome stayed

to shake his conviction

how Skylar will react, I

offered, pretending

go.I won't do

his head with his hands,

deep breath

it's not that I won't take responsibility for what I did, but the thing is, I

the first time, I've found out what kind of person you are.You don't want to admit our past.You

I broke down completely.

eyes, and sobs wracked

successfully won over

over to comfort me and patted me on

cry.I didn't

and then found

on

dressed, I continued to cry, trying

clothes I was

was

Skylar's POV: 

had a terrible hangover and

and stared blankly at the

last night and giving me some medicine to

couldn't remember anything about last

mind was in a

slippers and lugged myself to the

washed my face, I felt a little

time, I heard a

"Hang on."

clothes, I went

my surprise, the person who had come to see me

what are you doing here?"

him? Mom didn't come back last night, so I had to sleep alone.I was so scared,"

baby.Come on, let's go

sorry for him, I took his

"Okay.Thank you."

Andy nodded.

small kid who

must have had a hard time until

be involved in the grudges of

see your dad