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.

eyes widened. How could

Willow might hear?

you. You weren’t there. You drank so much tonight,

word and turned off

phone carelessly onto the couch, then cupped

hands against his chest, pushing him away,

fingers gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt in his puppy-dog

lay it out so bluntly made

her mind in turmoil but still clinging to some semblance of sanity. “But you and Willow…”

her face, their foreheads

easily breaching her feigned indifference like they

they were just words of passion meant to release desire,

took the chance to push her luck.

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

you

company,” Melvin’s hands were already exploring her waist, his breathing heavy. “She’s just a

branding iron, scorching her

amid his teasing. “But she

to the corner of her lips, licking

desire, enduring his

her previous efforts be

Jocelyn was never his match. Torn between resistance and pleasure, she ultimately lost to

him.

was still with him.

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

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

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

towering palm trees outside revealed their silhouettes, did Jocelyn finally drift off to sleep.

greedily savoring the moment.

addicted he was

tormented him when he didn’t touch her, and once he did, he couldn’t stop, as if trying to drain himself

of the past few weeks was finally being replenished

person in his arms comfortably

Jocelyn’s phone on the nightstand buzzed twice. Melvin’s eyes shot open. It was a

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

been there, would sparks have flown between them? Would she no longer have

darkened Melvin’s gaze.