Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

It was in the wee hours of the morning.

The bodyguards at the entrance to the Millennium started to feel sleepy. They fought to keep themselves awake as they waited for their colleagues to take over their shifts.

One of the bodyguards was in mid-yawn when some rustling noise was heard.

Suddenly, he froze. "Hey, listen. Do you hear that?"

His partner replied, "Hear what? I didn't hear anything."

"No, I heard something. It was a rustling sound... like something grazing against the wall!"

His partner was frightened out of his wits. "I heard that this land used to be a mass grave decades ago.

It's the middle of the night. Don't scare me like this!"

"Wait here. I'll go and take a look."

The first bodyguard picked up his flashlight. He went around to the back of the club warily.

He shone the light around him. He also moved the light in an upward direction along the walls.

this ray of bright light shone past Axel, who was standing straight on the window sill with his arms in

was on the

that he was standing on was only wide enough for his feet. He would fall

the top. He stood there firmly with a calm and cold expression on his

bodyguard didn't notice anything amiss. So, he left while scratching his head, feeling

a blind man," Axel uttered to

between his fingers. With a few swift

with agility. He managed to get

five figures per night. He was having the time of

voluptuous woman sit with her legs spread across his thighs as she fed him

right! How could Jameson compare himself to Mr. Josh? He's a bastard who only managed to rise to his position because of accidental luck. He gets as proud as a

must not forgive him easily. You need

was reminded of how Jameson robbed him of his position as president. A ball

women

the fuck out,

escorts scattered

of the lackeys came up to Josh. "Mr.

It doesn't seem too impressive to