Can’t Win Me Back

The warm, early morning sun bathed Rose Island in golden light.

The fine, white sand on the beach shimmered with a dazzling radiance.

The bedroom Alyssa was in was as dark as night.

Heavy, luxurious velvet curtains blocked out the sunlight completely.

In such an atmosphere, someone exhausted from a night of struggle could easily sleep through the day.

But Jameson woke up early.

After a night of relentless nightmares, he was drenched in cold sweat, his face ashen.

The moment he opened his eyes, he reached out frantically, his hands trembling.

He exhaled in relief when he felt the warmth of Alyssa's body beside him.

Then, he sat up in bed.

The bed was a mess, not from lovemaking but from Alyssa's frenzied struggles the night before.

At the very last moment, Jameson forced himself to suppress his urge to dominate her.

watching Alyssa's delicate face

into a relieved and

lifted his hand and gently stroked the face

he was reluctant to

to touch, I wanna hold you so much..." Jameson softly sang one of his

voice

couldn't hear

if he didn't sing to her now, he

Jameson leaned forward and planted a kiss

tempted to address her as

Schmidt".

himself to say it for

that even if they had a wedding and shared

final moment, he refused to lie to himself any

and a helper

"Mr.

approached, she noticed the raw, hideous wound on

in shock, and

"Mr.

the doctor to bandage it right away!" "No need for

nothing." The wound exposed his flesh and