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?”

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

invitation, “How about I treat you

class today. School was out and everyone was free to

furrowed, “Why the

better than eating alone” he replied.

plans for a celebratory

no biggle,

he headed back to

twinge of guilt but inviting him along would raise eyebrows among her colleagues, and how would she

explain that?

she didn’t

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 wasn’t all that cultured, so they put teachers on a pedestal and treated her like

you’d need a guide not to get

whom she was pretty tight, walked arm

“First time at a posh club

Jocelyn chuckled along.

we might bump into a wealthy bachelor here?” Ursula sounded excited, “Those cars outside screamed money.”

Wonder if we’ll run into

the rush? She’ll be at the school

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

a parade of exquisite dishes, each seemingly worth

bottle of Lafite, a luxury

excused herself to

but she opted for the one outside.

way back, she

from her, towards another door, and she saw a flash of a white

the door closed.

She fought the urge to knock on that door, forcing herself back

Melvin’s girlfriend, so she didn’t even have the right to catch him in the act.

group left the private room, all smiles

drifted towards the room where Melvin had been, wondering if he

the club, everyone had a ride waiting. Jocelyn had called a car too, but

dressed, stepping out of the club. The hem of the

hair, wore an apricot trench coat

ever the gentleman, held the door of a silver Porsche open for her. The woman took the

looked over and locked

his eyes, quickly replaced by a hint of annoyance. Then he got in the car, which sped off like a

look of his, did he think

taste rose in her throat.

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

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

makeup, yet it couldn’t conceal her

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