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.

the headboard, watching Alyssa's

curled into a relieved

his hand and gently stroked

was reluctant to pull

I wanna hold you so much..." Jameson softly sang one of his favorite love songs, his voice low and husky as he traced Alyssa's

him made his voice crack, go off-key, and unbearable to

couldn't hear him

that if he didn't sing to her now, he might never have

Jameson leaned forward and

to address

Schmidt".

to say

well aware that even if they had a wedding and shared the same bed, Alyssa would

he refused to lie

a helper entered

"Mr.

helper approached, she noticed

widened in shock, and she nearly

"Mr.

to bandage it right away!" "No

his flesh and could easily