The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 20

The old Jocelyn wasn’t like this.

She knew Melvin wasn’t into her wearing those flashy clothes and he definitely wasn’t a fan of her dolling up and hitting the bars looking like a total knockout. She knew she would’ve gotten on his bad side over something like this

And to sass him back? No chance

Melvin gave her the cold shoulder, but Jocelyn stood her ground, staring right back

This time she wasn’t about to back down

Jocelyn, after what felt like ages, Melvin finally broke the silence, calling her by her name, which was a rarity when they

were together

Jocelyn just raised an eyebrow The seductive charm of hers made it impossible for a guy to stay mad at her.

Another part of him, however, gradually hardened because of her casual movement.

“Don’t provoke me Melvin swallowed hard, managing to squeeze out just that much.

Jocelyn chuckled, pursing her lips. She took out her phone, flashed him a photo, and said, “So it’s cool for you to light fires, but I can’t even spark a match? Who’s really clueless about our relationship here, you or me?”

The sight of the photo darkened Melvin’s expression even more.

Jocelyn expected him to explain, but he just looked away and hit the road again.

Huh, she scoffed, playing with her phone, zooming in and out on that photo, Willow’s pretty hot, huh? You two look. good together”

Melvin shot her a cold glance, which she blatantly ignored, continuing, I wonder who snapped that They’d send it to me Will they send it to the paparazzi? With her innocent image, a scandal could be bad news for her, right?”

Jocelyn hissed under her breath, then turned to Melvin with mock seriousness, “If they catch you in the frame, given her popularity, you might get dragged into the spotlight too. But hey, no sweat, right? You’re both single and ready to mingle. It could even boost your profile

Melvin floored it, the car speeding up Middle of the night, roads were clear, speed limit 60, but he’s doing 120. It’s easy

when money talks

he didn’t want her

he was punishing her by rolling down the windows. The outside air wasn’t hot anymore, but with the car speeding, the

her hair, Jocelyn noticed his phone light up on the dash and

you

Jocelyn who was acting like nothing was up. Melvin hit the speakerphone, connecting

We’re all waiting. Willow’s voice rang out, clear as a

sink into her

without me, I’m not coming

lip, then let go

it wasn’t on purpose. But the thrill of

one on the other end could hear

who are

other end had good

afraid he’d think

nothing happened, turned off the Bluetooth, and brought the phone to his ear. “Don’t stay out too late, and get

just said “Okay” and hung up

and Melvin sure wasn’t

apartment’s underground garage, and Jocelyn made to get out, but he locked the door on her.

around, glaring at Melvin.

his sleeves, looking all casual and ready for

that sharply defined face, the affection in his peach blossom eyes acquiring a layer of frost on this fiery night. Her heart was in a state of unease

are you doing? Jocelyn’s voice

unbuckled his belt

went wide, her hands pressing against the window as fear of the unpredictable man in front of her set in. Without a word, he ignored her fear and discomfort, grabbed her hands, and tied them together. With that, he reclined the seat, and gently pushed her shoulders

him, but she never was good at swearing, her words

his fingers teasing down her shoulder strap, exposing her skin. He didn’t strip her completely; instead,

“Melvin'”

tight space with his face looming over her, fear and embarrassment flooding

was scared, scared of

Melvin

broke, pleading. Please