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.

her some gastric medication after recalling her gastric issues. This time, he knew that she didn't have enough clothes on her because she

will be the happiest

and enjoy 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

only did they lose Axel, but they ended up crashing two of their luxurious cars

low for Amber. However, his search

had an outburst and smashed things in his room, which puzzled 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 wrong impression as if he cared for Amber

the entrance with a look of calm. She

of the time when Amber had not yet been molded into Alyssa Taylor's

for me," she admitted openly. "Do I need to take it off so you could