The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 35

Melvin was totally drunk last night.

Jocelyn had no interest in reasoning with a drunk. She just let him cling to her, knowing that once his buzz wore off, he’d simmer down naturally.

Deep down, she could sense that Melvin was a bit obsessive.

She wasn’t sure if his love was true, but like he said, he wouldn’t let her go without his consent.

Sometimes she even wondered if he’d crash her wedding if she married someone else.

Melvin definitely had a possessive streak. Sometimes he acted like he didn’t care about her, and other times he came

on super strong.

But he never said he loved her.

It took a while, but eventually, Jocelyn felt Melvin’s emotions stabilize. Yet, his grip didn’t loosen; he was still holding her tight

“Wanna sip some water?” Jocelyn asked softly, patting his back.

At her words, his grip tightened like a startled bird, scared she might fly away.

Jocelyn stayed quiet, silently waiting for him to let go.

It wasn’t until his phone buzzed that he finally moved.

He didn’t answer though.

The phone went silent, then buzzed again.

Jocelyn had a hunch about who might be calling at this hour. Since he came with Willow, it wasn’t a stretch to guess that maybe he and Willow were an item.

When the phone rang a third time, Melvin finally pulled out his phone, and answered the call.

“Melvin, where are you?” Willow’s anxious voice came through.

Jocelyn turned her head away, she was able to hear Willow’s voice because it was so quiet.

“What’s up?” Melvin asked.

Jocelyn tried to leave, but Melvin grabbed her hand, pushed her against the wall, coming up to her and kissing her on the lips.

How could he do this?

he worried Willow might hear?

looking for you. You weren’t there. You drank so much tonight, and I’m worried,” Willow continued, “Where are

up without another word and turned off his phone.

the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s

him

gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt in his puppy-dog eyes. “But I still want you.”

it out so

breathing grew erratic, her mind in turmoil but still clinging to some semblance of sanity. “But

held her face, their foreheads touching, breath mingling. “I

those words thrilled her, easily breaching her

if they were just words of passion meant to release desire, she was all

Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to push her luck.

like her, don’t see her,” Melvin kissed the tip of her nose.

want you to see

were already exploring

was like a branding iron, scorching her skin, boiling

his teasing. “But she wants you…”

his kisses trailing to the corner of her

was thrown into a whirlwind of desire, enduring his seduction, her inner turmoil raging.

previous efforts be in vain? Everything would

was relentless, and Jocelyn was never his match. Torn

him.

was still with

the curtains, dancing like the supple waist of a woman, full

and racing hearts. The

long separation, or perhaps a deep thirst, but there was a desperation to fill

glow with the hint of dawn, and the towering palm

greedily savoring

knew how addicted he

was the kind of addiction that tormented him when he didn’t touch her, and once he did, he couldn’t

the past few weeks was finally being replenished tonight.

the person in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his

phone on the nightstand buzzed twice. Melvin’s eyes shot open. It was a Facebook message from someone named Harrison,

off with Jocelyn. He seemed polished, gentlemanly, and well-mannered. She looked happy with him. Most importantly, they

he not been there, would sparks have flown between them? Would she no longer have room for him when she

thought darkened Melvin’s gaze.