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

he worried Willow

went to your room looking for you. You weren’t there. You drank so much tonight, and I’m worried,” Willow continued, “Where

Melvin hung up without another word and

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

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

lips, a hint of hurt in his puppy-dog

hirm lay it out so bluntly made her heart race

breathing grew erratic, her mind in turmoil but still clinging

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

her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like they were

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

the

like her, don’t see her,” Melvin

you to see her.”

hands were already exploring her waist, his breathing

touch was like a branding iron, scorching her skin, boiling her blood.

amid his teasing.

trailing to the corner of her

thrown into a whirlwind of desire, enduring his seduction, her

all her previous efforts be in vain?

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

him.

her heart was

sea breeze flirted with the curtains, dancing like the supple

causing flushed faces and racing hearts. The hotel bed

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

and the towering palm trees outside revealed their silhouettes, did Jocelyn finally drift off to

held her, greedily savoring the

how addicted he was to

of addiction that tormented him when he didn’t touch her, and once he did, he couldn’t stop,

past few weeks was finally being

arms comfortably

a Facebook

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

not been there, would sparks have flown between them? Would

thought darkened Melvin’s