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 worried Willow

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

another word and

phone carelessly onto the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s

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

traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt

lay it out so bluntly

but still clinging to some semblance of sanity.

were my first.” Melvin held her face, their foreheads touching, breath

her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like they

meant to release

took the chance

her,” Melvin kissed the

want you to see

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

like a branding iron, scorching her skin, boiling

maintained her wits amid his teasing. “But

trailing to the corner of her lips,

desire, enduring

previous efforts be in vain? Everything

his match. Torn between resistance and pleasure,

him.

was

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

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

long separation, or perhaps a deep thirst, but there was a desperation to fill the void in one go.

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

her, greedily

addicted he was to her.

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

the past few weeks was finally being

his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes

a

man 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 looked like a

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

thought darkened Melvin’s gaze.