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 do

he worried Willow might

weren’t there. You drank so much tonight, and I’m worried,” Willow continued,

hung up without another word and turned off his phone.

then

pushing him away, “What’s

traced her swollen lips, a hint of

lay it out so bluntly made her heart race

still clinging to some semblance of sanity. “But

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

thrilled her, easily breaching

meant to

Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to push her luck.

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

want you to

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

touch was like a branding iron, scorching

wits amid his teasing. “But she wants

yours, Melvin swallowed, 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

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

him.

her heart was still

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

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

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

her, greedily savoring

how addicted he was to

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

void of the past few weeks was finally being

comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes

It was a Facebook message from someone named Harrison, asking if she wanted

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

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

darkened