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."

before offering, "Mr.

had aggressively dragged her into his bedroom and slammed the door shut,

her undergarments as they stumbled onto the bed. Protectively folding

bore an uncanny resemblance with Alyssa. "You're not Alyssa. Do you think you

that, he slapped her across the face, causing her cheeks to swell and

to Jameson, he had never forced himself on

slap shattered any illusions she held about Jameson. He was no longer the perfect and kind gentleman

about to speak, but a ringing phone interrupted him. He frowned when

your problem without my help. Isn't that