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 he do this?

worried Willow

drank so much tonight, and I’m worried,” Willow continued, “Where are you? I’ll come

hung up without another word and turned

then cupped Jocelyn’s face, kissing

him away, “What’s the point of this

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

out so bluntly

but still clinging to some semblance of sanity. “But

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

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

of passion meant to release desire, she

the chance to push

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

you to

a contract with my company,” Melvin’s hands were already exploring her waist, his

iron, scorching her skin, boiling her blood.

wits amid his

kisses trailing to the corner

thrown into a whirlwind of desire, enduring his seduction, her inner turmoil raging.

kept going this way, wouldn’t all her previous

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

him.

was still with

flirted with the 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 cautious,

a deep thirst, but there was a desperation to

the horizon began to glow with the hint of dawn, and the towering palm

held her, greedily

addicted he

kind of addiction that 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

arms comfortably and contentedly,

It was a Facebook message from someone named Harrison, asking if she wanted to have breakfast together.

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

would sparks have flown between them? Would

darkened Melvin’s gaze.