Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Jameson panted heavily as sweat trickled down his chiseled face. His eyes gleamed with malice, like a devil emerging from the depths of hell. A sense of satisfaction enveloped him after his recent predation.

"Mr. Schmidt," Carl and Amber greeted him in unison.

Jameson tossed the blood-stained whip onto the floor and took off his glasses. He then wiped off the blood on the glasses with the hem of his shirt.

Back in Kontina, he'd go hunting whenever he was in a foul mood. Unfortunately, Solana City didn't have any hunting grounds. Left with no choice, he was forced to release his frustration on human beings instead.

To his surprise, he found torturing humans much more enjoyable than hunting wild animals, a practice he intended to continue.

Carl and Amber silently trailed him to his room. Observing the blood on Jameson's hand, Carl nudged Amber. "Ms. Altman, Mr. Schmidt is injured. Please tend to his wound."

Amber hesitated briefly before offering, "Mr. Schmidt, your

she knew it, Jameson had aggressively dragged her into his bedroom and slammed the door shut, leaving Carl

her undergarments as they stumbled onto the bed.

you refuse me?" Jameson mounted her soft body and glowered at her face, which bore an uncanny resemblance with Alyssa. "You're not Alyssa. Do you think you

he slapped her across the face, causing her cheeks

her decade of service to Jameson, he had never forced himself on her despite treating her

about Jameson. He was no longer the

phone interrupted him. He frowned when he saw

settling your problem without my help. Isn't that right?" the caller teased