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.

against the headboard, watching Alyssa's delicate face

pale lips curled into a relieved

lifted his hand and gently stroked the face he loved

he was reluctant to pull

of you; you'd be like Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much..."

him made his voice crack,

couldn't hear

that if he didn't sing to her now, he might

morning, Lyse." Jameson leaned forward and

tempted to

Schmidt".

couldn't bring himself to

that even if they had a wedding and shared the same bed, Alyssa would never actually be his—not

refused

and a helper

"Mr.

medications." As the helper approached, she noticed the raw, hideous wound

eyes widened in shock, and she

"Mr.

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

nothing." The wound exposed his