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.

widened. How could he do

worried Willow might

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

without another word and turned

onto the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s face, kissing

against his chest, pushing him away,

the one who ditched me.” Melvin’s fingers gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt in his

so bluntly made her heart

but still clinging

their foreheads touching, breath mingling. “I

had to admit those words thrilled her, easily breaching her feigned indifference

of passion meant

took the chance to push her luck.

see her,” Melvin

don’t want you

already exploring her waist,

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

his teasing. “But

Melvin swallowed, his kisses trailing to the corner

thrown into a whirlwind of desire,

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

was relentless, and Jocelyn was never his match. Torn

him.

heart was still with him.

the curtains, dancing like the supple waist of a woman, full

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

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

with the hint of dawn, and the towering palm trees outside revealed their silhouettes, did

held her, greedily savoring the moment.

addicted

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

few weeks was

the person in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes

Jocelyn’s phone on the nightstand buzzed twice. Melvin’s eyes shot open. It was a Facebook message from someone named Harrison, asking

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

there, would sparks have flown between them? Would she no longer have room for him when she got

thought darkened Melvin’s