Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2471

When Jonah reached the bedside, he leaned in slowly, giving Julien an unobstructed view of his tanned skin, well defined abs, and that devastatingly captivating face.

Reclining against the headboard, Julien found himself lost in Jonah's eyes. His breath hitched, and his mind momentarily blanked as Jonah's mesmerizing gaze locked onto him.

What could he do? His heart still betrayed him, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. He was a fool-a pathetic fool.

Jonah braced his arms on either side of Julien's head, his dark eyes overflowing with a raw, possessive affection. It was as if he sought to consume Julien-just as he had last night.

"Julien, does it still hurt—"

"Fuck you!"

Julien's bloodshot eyes blazed as he swung his hand, landing a sharp slap across Jonah's face.

The illusion of his frailty shattered. A crimson handprint bloomed on Jonah's cheek in a split second, the flesh puffing up visibly.

But the sting barely registered. Not when the ache in Jonah's chest was already unbearable.

"Jonah, right now, not only do I loathe you, but everything about you every single thing you do disgusts me!"

With all his strength, Julien shoved Jonah away. Shaking, he yelled, "What made you think that you could touch me? What made you think you had the fucking right?"

entire body locking up. He looked lost for the first time—like a stray

had at the bar last

cut him off, his voice sharp

and hastily put them on. Then, digging into

resounding smack, he slapped the money against

payment for last night. And don't ever show your face in front of me again. I never

he turned on his heel and stormed

room was silent, broken only by the leaden thud of Jonah's heart, a lonely

Lovelace took off! You fought so hard to find him! You can't give up now! You have to

motionless, his face pale and

into an abyss so deep that it nearly swallowed him

said, his voice barely

them tightly, his fingers pressing into the crumpled

Are you mad? You actually believed the shit he

I'd blow up the president's house in a fit of rage. Does

my dignity-just to

looked like a discarded tin can, crushed

time ago," he murmured. "I was the one who refused to see it. I was the one

the hotel, the sky had darkened, rain