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

looking for you. You weren’t there. You drank so much tonight, and I’m

word

the phone carelessly onto the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s

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

one who ditched me.” Melvin’s fingers gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt in his puppy-dog eyes. “But

so bluntly made her heart race

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

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

had to admit those words thrilled her, easily breaching

passion meant to release desire,

Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to push

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

don’t want you

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

iron, scorching her skin, boiling

wits amid his teasing. “But she wants

to the corner of her lips, licking gently, tenderly, and irresistibly.

of desire, enduring his seduction, her inner turmoil

all her previous efforts be in vain? Everything would just reset.

his match. Torn between resistance and pleasure, she

him.

heart was still

curtains, dancing like the supple waist of a woman, full of grace and allure.

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

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

glow with the hint of dawn, and the towering

held her, greedily savoring

knew how addicted

he didn’t touch her, and once he did, he couldn’t stop, as if trying

of the past few weeks was finally being

the person in his arms comfortably

was a Facebook message from someone named Harrison, asking

with Jocelyn. He seemed polished, gentlemanly, and well-mannered. She looked happy

Would she no longer have room for him when she

thought darkened Melvin’s