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.

the light around him. He also moved the light

of bright light shone past Axel, who was standing straight on the window sill with

was on the fifth

window sill that he was standing on was only wide enough for his feet. He would

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

didn’t notice anything amiss. So, he left while scratching his head,

blind man,” Axel

with frigidity. He had a sharp and thin glass cutter in between his fingers. With

managed to get in without

that cost at least five figures per night. He was

by his side. He had a voluptuous woman sit with her legs spread across his thighs as she fed him his drinks

Being in the valley was only temporary. On the pinnacle is where you belong!” “That’s right! How could Jameson compare himself to

not forgive him easily. You need to give him a taste

of how Jameson robbed him of his position as president.

the women around

fuck out, all of