Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Axel tiptoed over to the bed when he heard Amber's shallow breathing after she fell asleep. Kneeling on one knee by the bed, he studied her lovely sleeping face.

Moments later, he mumbled in a low voice, "You're not like Lyse."

Amber probably overheard him. Her lashes fluttered gently as tears crept to her eyes.

Axel gulped upon seeing her tears and thought of wiping them away, only to withdraw his hand and head toward the balcony forlornly.

When Amber woke up groggily the next morning, Axel had left. She sat up in her comfortable sheets and paused in shock when she found Axel's black windbreaker draping across the blanket. He had clearly left it behind for her.

issues. This time, he knew that she

happiest woman ever." Chuckling, Amber ran her

the breeze on the balcony. When she pulled open the floor-to-ceiling doors, she felt an electrifying jolt. The cigarette stubs that scattered across the floor were proof that Axel hadn't slept at

his men tailed Axel's car. Not only did they lose Axel, but they ended

Because of that, Carl anxiously searched high and low for Amber. However, his search was futile because Axel might have checked into a hotel under a fake identity. Therefore,

Carl. After all, Jameson had always used Amber like a tool and never had any real feelings for her. Why the overreaction then? It gave off the

shaking in fear, Amber walked through the entrance with a look of calm. She went up to Jameson with a bare face, which was uncharacteristic of her, but she radiated

time when Amber had not yet been molded into Alyssa Taylor's substitute. The look in his eyes dimmed. Soon, the black windbreaker

left this for me," she admitted openly. "Do I