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.

could he do this?

worried Willow

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

without another word and turned off his

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

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

gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt in his puppy-dog eyes. “But I still

it out so

but still clinging to some semblance of sanity.

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

to admit those words thrilled her, easily breaching her

of passion meant to release desire, she was

took the

you don’t like her, don’t see her,”

want you

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

a branding iron, scorching her

her wits amid his teasing. “But she wants

trailing to the corner of her lips,

desire,

her previous efforts

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

him.

heart was still with

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

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

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

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

her, greedily savoring the moment.

knew how addicted he was to her.

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

few weeks was

his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes too.

eyes shot open. It was a Facebook

with Jocelyn. He seemed polished, gentlemanly, and well-mannered. She looked happy with him. Most importantly,

have flown between them? Would she no

thought darkened