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.

How could

worried Willow

so much tonight, and I’m worried,”

up without another word and turned off his

the couch, then cupped

hands against his chest, pushing him away, “What’s the point

gently traced her swollen lips, a

lay it out so bluntly made her heart

in turmoil but still clinging to some semblance of sanity.

my first.” Melvin held her face, their foreheads

thrilled her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like they

words of passion meant to release desire,

Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to

you don’t like her, don’t see her,”

don’t want you to see

with my company,” Melvin’s hands were already exploring her waist, his breathing heavy.

iron, scorching

amid his teasing. “But she wants you…”

yours, Melvin swallowed, his kisses trailing to the corner of her lips, licking gently, tenderly, and

into a whirlwind of desire, enduring his

kept going this way, wouldn’t all her previous efforts be in vain? Everything

relentless, and Jocelyn was never his match. Torn between resistance and

him.

heart was

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

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

or perhaps a deep thirst, but there was a desperation

the horizon began to glow with the hint of dawn, and the towering palm trees outside revealed their silhouettes, did Jocelyn finally drift off to

held her, greedily savoring the moment.

knew how addicted he was to

didn’t touch her, and once he

past few weeks was finally being replenished tonight.

person in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes

was a

from last night who seemed to hit it off with Jocelyn. He seemed polished, gentlemanly, and well-mannered. She looked happy with him. Most importantly, they

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

darkened