The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Jocelyn lay on her bed, a restless heat coursing through her body, dissipating as Melvin left. His departure marked by an unexpected phone call, a first in their shared moments.

It was the first time he’d bailed on her mid-action because of a ringtone.

Even though she didn’t know who was on the other end, she could tell it was someone big deal.

Before Melvin split, he did drop a line, “Don’t wait up; hit the hay early”

But Jocelyn couldn’t catch a wink.

She was wondering, was it a guy or a gal who called Melvin? Was he gonna make it back tonight?

It wasn’t until half-past three in the morning that she finally dozed off.

Sure enough, Melvin didn’t come home all night.

Jocelyn was no fool, Melvin never admitted she was his girlfriend, so she had no right to grill him about his whereabouts.

After three back-to-back morning classes, and no call or text from Melvin over lunch, she got antsy. She hopped onto his Facebook, hesitated for a sec, but still shot him a message. [Are you home today?]

After sending it, she was glued to her phone screen, but no reply. Just about before her afternoon class, her phone buzzed

She checked it right before stepping into the classroom.

It was just one word.

[No.]

This had never happened before, and her woman’s intuition screamed one possibility at her.

He must be with some chick.

But in the three years they’d been together, she’d never seen him give any woman the time of day. Where did this mystery woman come from?

Then again, maybe it wasn’t about whispering sweet nothings to some dame, but rather he was schmoozing a client, talking shop.

Thinking this eased her mind a bit.

After the last class of the day, Preston caught up with her, “Jocelyn.”

At school, Preston was respectful of his teachers, including her.

Jocelyn turned, “Yes?”

Preston looked concerned, “You and Melvin doing alright?”

He’s your uncle, Jocelyn didn’t catch why he

this, threw out an invitation, “How about

evening class today. School was out and everyone was free to head home.

furrowed, “Why the dinner

than eating alone” he replied. “Will

plans for a celebratory dinner.

was no biggle, “Alright then, I’ll just order some

headed back

of guilt but inviting him along would raise eyebrows among

explain that?

she didn’t call

all out, taking them to some swanky club that must’ve cost an arm and a leg. Turns out her colleague’s new beau was some rich kid. Loaded for sure, but his family

joint was so big, you’d need a guide not to get

whom she was pretty tight, walked arm in arm at the

time at a posh club like

Jocelyn chuckled along.

bump into a wealthy bachelor here?” Ursula sounded excited, “Those

teacher from up front stepped back, whispering, “Heard Willow’s here too. Wonder if we’ll run into her and get an autograph or something.”

the school in

same, man. If the students see me starstruck like them, there goes

dishes, each seemingly worth half

bottle of Lafite, a luxury

through, Jocelyn excused herself

was one in the room, but she opted for

back, she spotted Melvin in surprise.

a flash of a white floral dress brushing against

door closed.

to knock on that door,

she didn’t even have the right to catch him in the act.

group left the private room, all smiles

where Melvin had

had a ride waiting. Jocelyn had called a car too, but

end, her gaze inadvertently catching sight of Melvin and a woman, who was fully dressed, stepping out of the club. The

wore an apricot trench coat that billowed

door of a silver Porsche open for her. The woman took the passenger seat, and Melvin closed the door tenderly before circling the car to the

looked over and locked eyes with

hint of annoyance. Then

of his, did he think she

bitter taste rose in her

she flopped onto her bed, pulled out his Facebook, and considered asking if

of the woman in his car made her drop the phone and pull the covers

next day, Jocelyn applied makeup, yet it couldn’t conceal

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