Can’t Win Me Back

"It’s your turn, mister..." Amber's heart skipped a beat. She was startled by Axel looking teary-eyed. His

gaze was one filled with grief. His eyes looked dim, like an almost burnt-out shooting star.

"You've won. Good for you..."

Axel smiled with his eyes as he gently pinched the top of his glass with his fingers, clinking it against

hers. He continued, "I really hope that you can keep winning."

Upon saying that, he finished the cognac in his glass. A trickle of the liquid spilled from his mouth,

tracing the curve of his lip and descending along his impeccably sculpted jawline.

Amber's eyes turned red. She felt like a buoy in the middle of the sea, floating beyond her control.

She had never heard words like that said to her before, others always required, dictated or commanded

her to do things. No one had ever uttered a hopeful sentiment to her, wishing for her triumph or a future

free from darkness. And that she could also have...

All of a sudden, her mind went blank. She couldn't stop herself from wrapping her arms around Axel's

broad shoulders and kissing him on the lips.

Axel held his breath, then lowered his gaze. He placed his hand on the back of her head. Amidst

stroking her head, he quietly pulled the silver hair stick out of her hair.

The subordinate, who had been waiting for Amber to be done, waited until it was almost sunrise. When

Amber still hadn't come back out, he decided to go in to search for her.

After going around the place a few times, including the washrooms, he realized the Amber had

phone had also been switched

hour later, Carl arrived, panting heavily. He

subordinate, he kicked and reprimanded him, "How could a full-grown

the fuck were you doing? Even a dog would be more useful

sorry! I wanted to follow her initially, but Ms. Altman said she wanted to handle that man

for her outside. I really have no

trembled in

very important to Mr. Schmidt. If anything

we feed

like a cat on a hot tin

agent! Amber was petite and only had her good

straight to

We must report this to Mr. Schmidt. Otherwise, Ms. Altman might be in grave

insisted on staying at Heightsnew

about his

anything else to say. With a gloomy expression on his

himself in there.

afternoon came, Winston was still

began to

some time to

out a despondent sigh. "On the surface, Mr. Taylor may seem unaffected, but I

has affected him quite a

still a blessing in disguise. I suppose,

her and

Alyssa's eyes filled with happy tears. In a

please help persuade Winston over

in a good word or two for Sean. If it's coming from you... I'm sure that

at least listen to