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?"

for the first time—like a

the

cut him off, his voice sharp enough to wound. "Who the hell do you

on. Then, digging into his wallet, he pulled out a stack of

smack, he slapped the money against Jonah's

And don't ever show your face in front of me again. I never want to see

turned on his heel

thud of Jonah's heart, a

over his face. "Mr. Lovelace took off! You fought so hard to find him! You can't give up

remained motionless, his face pale and

mounted. He had witnessed Jonah's last heartbreak, watching him spiral into an abyss so deep that it nearly swallowed

said, his voice

picking up the scattered bills one by one. He clenched them tightly, his

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

president's house in a fit of rage. Does that mean I'd actually

laugh. "I'd give up everything-my pride, my dignity-just to

like a discarded tin can, crushed and

was the one who refused to see it. I was the one who clung to a

exited the hotel, the sky