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

an invitation, “How about I treat you to

out and everyone was free to head home.

brow furrowed, “Why

he replied. “Will

declined, already having plans for a celebratory dinner.

shrugged it off like it was no biggle, “Alright then, I’ll

headed back to the

along would

explain that?

didn’t call out to

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

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

was pretty tight, walked arm in arm at the back, whispering,

time at a

Jocelyn chuckled along.

we might bump into a wealthy bachelor here?” Ursula sounded

Willow’s here too. Wonder

rush? She’ll be at the school in a few days.”

me starstruck

was a parade of exquisite dishes, each

of Lafite, a luxury beyond their usual

herself to the

was one in the room, but she

her way back, she spotted Melvin in surprise.

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

door closed.

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

have the right to catch

eleven, the group left the private room, all smiles and

drifted towards the room where Melvin had been, wondering

everyone had a ride waiting. Jocelyn had called a car too, but it was still a good fifteen minutes

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

trench coat that billowed as she walked, her presence exuding an extraordinary

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

suddenly looked over and locked eyes

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

his, did he think

bitter taste rose

onto her bed, pulled out his Facebook, and considered asking if he’d be coming back tonight.

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

makeup, yet it

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