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?"

up. He looked lost for the first time—like a stray dog caught in

had at the bar last night

still has nothing to do with you!" Julien cut him off, his voice sharp enough to wound.

his clothes from the floor and hastily put them on. Then, digging into his wallet, he pulled out a stack of

slapped the money against Jonah's bare

it payment for last night. And don't ever show your face in front

word, he turned on

thud of Jonah's heart,

took off! You fought so hard to find him! You can't give up now! You have to win him back no matter what it

remained motionless, his face

heartbreak, watching him spiral into an abyss so deep that it nearly swallowed him whole. He refused to let that happen

hates me," Jonah said, his voice barely

tightly, his fingers pressing into the crumpled notes. "Evan...

shit he just spewed? Words said out of anger don't

swore I'd blow up the president's house in a fit of rage. Does that mean I'd actually do it? Are you really

pride, my dignity-just to

in on himself, he looked like a discarded tin can, crushed

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

the hotel, the sky had darkened, rain pouring in relentless