Can’t Win Me Back

-It was in the wee hours of the morning.

The bodyguards at the entrance to the Millennium started to feel sleepy. They fought to keep themselves awake as they waited for their colleagues to take over their shifts.

One of the bodyguards was in mid-yawn when some rustling noise was heard.

Suddenly, he froze. “Hey, listen. Do you hear that?”

His partner replied, “Hear what? I didn’t hear anything.”

“No, I heard something. It was a rustling sound… like something grazing against the wall!”

His partner was frightened out of his wits. “I heard that this land used to be a mass grave decades ago.

It’s the middle of the night. Don’t scare me like this!”

“Wait here. I’ll go and take a look.”

The first bodyguard picked up his flashlight. He went around to the back of the club warily.

moved the light in an upward direction along

shone past Axel, who was standing straight on the window sill

was on

was standing on was only wide enough for his feet. He would fall to his death if he lost

had pinned himself to the top. He stood there firmly with a calm and cold expression on his face as he

he left while scratching his head, feeling

blind man,”

between his fingers. With

with agility. He managed to get in

private room that cost at least five figures per night. He was having the time of his life with his notorious

a voluptuous woman sit with her legs spread

“That’s right! How could Jameson compare himself to Mr. Josh? He’s a bastard who only managed to rise to his position because of accidental luck. He gets as proud

him easily. You need to give him a taste of his

of how Jameson robbed him of his position as president. A

the women around him

lost! Get the fuck out, all