Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Reasonable? How was that fucking reasonable?

Xavier clenched his fist as he fought the urge to punch the reporter.

A hush fell across the crowds, who waited for the scene to unfold. Some reporters had wanted to ask the sensitive question but faltered in the face of Alyssa's influence. Naturally, they were happy that someone had posed the question.

Anger rolled through him. He nearly yanked the car door open and stormed out to confront the reporter, but Alyssa pulled him back. "Hey! It's enough of a mess out there. Don't add to the chaos!"

He gritted his teeth and thundered, "But he's slandering you."

"And? It doesn't hurt me in any way. Mr. Beckett, you're an adult, so act like one." Pouting, she scratched him on his chest.

let this slide.

blinked at him, unfazed. "David Schmidt is done for, and we finally sought justice for the victims. I have achieved my goal, so I couldn't care less about what the reporters say

feel useless," he croaked, feeling

she leaned against his solid chest and cupped his face in her palms. "Come here. Give me a

hands traveled between her waist and backside while he kissed her tenderly. In the past, he would

was no longer his old self. Or maybe he had

moved

keep his composure and professionalism despite the reporter's hostile question. Moreover, seeing the victims and families back home safe was of utmost importance. He was assigned to

ignore him. Let's