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.

could he do

he worried Willow

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

hung up without another word and turned off his

the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s face, kissing her

his chest, pushing him away, “What’s the point of this

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

out so bluntly made her heart race

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

their foreheads touching, breath mingling. “I only want you.”

those words thrilled her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like they were nothing.

just words of passion meant to release desire, she was all for it.

like Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to push

see her,” Melvin kissed the tip

want you to

exploring

branding iron, scorching her

her wits amid his teasing. “But she wants

the corner of her lips, licking

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

previous

match. Torn between resistance and pleasure, she

him.

heart was still

flirted with the curtains, dancing like the supple waist of a woman, full of grace

causing flushed faces and racing hearts. The hotel bed was sturdy but still uttered cautious, muffled

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

dawn, and the towering

greedily savoring the moment.

how addicted he

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

few weeks was finally being

his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes too.

eyes shot open. It was a Facebook message from someone named Harrison, asking

hit it 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 got back?

thought darkened Melvin’s