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 this?

he worried Willow

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

hung up without another word and turned off his

tossed the phone carelessly onto the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s face, kissing

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

one who ditched me.” Melvin’s fingers gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt in

out so bluntly

erratic, her mind in turmoil but still clinging to some

their foreheads touching, breath mingling. “I

to admit those words thrilled her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like they

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

the chance to push

you don’t like her, don’t see her,” Melvin kissed

you to see

contract with my company,” Melvin’s hands were already exploring

iron, scorching

amid his teasing.

his kisses trailing to the corner of her lips,

whirlwind of desire,

going this way, wouldn’t all her previous efforts

his match. Torn between resistance

him.

her heart was still with him.

the sea breeze flirted with the curtains, dancing like the supple waist of a woman, full of grace and allure.

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

thirst, but there was a desperation to fill the void in

hint of dawn, and the towering palm

greedily savoring

how addicted he was to her.

addiction that tormented him when he didn’t touch her, and

weeks was

held the person in his arms comfortably and contentedly,

a Facebook

last night who seemed to hit it off with Jocelyn. He seemed polished, gentlemanly, and

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

thought darkened Melvin’s gaze.