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

Willow might hear?

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

Melvin hung up without another word and turned off his

then cupped Jocelyn’s face, kissing

hands against his chest, pushing him away,

a hint of

hirm lay it out so bluntly made her heart

mind in turmoil but still clinging to some semblance of sanity. “But you

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

to admit those words thrilled her, easily breaching her

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

the chance to push her luck.

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

don’t want you

hands were already exploring her waist,

touch was like a branding iron, scorching her

wits amid his teasing. “But she wants

his kisses trailing to the corner of

desire, enduring his

going this way, wouldn’t all her previous efforts be

Torn between resistance and pleasure, she ultimately lost to

him.

was

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

breaths mingled, causing flushed faces and racing hearts. The hotel bed

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

with the hint of dawn, and the towering palm trees outside revealed their

held her, greedily

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 stop, as if

weeks

his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his

a Facebook message

He seemed polished, gentlemanly, and well-mannered. She looked happy with him. Most importantly, they looked like a perfect

there, would sparks have flown between them? Would she no longer have room for him

thought darkened

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