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 this?

he worried Willow might

much tonight, and I’m

word

couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s face, kissing her lips

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

a hint of hurt in

so bluntly made her

her mind in turmoil but still clinging

first.” Melvin held her face, their

her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like

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

took the chance to push

her,” Melvin kissed the tip of

don’t want you to see her.”

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

was like a branding iron, scorching her skin, boiling

amid his teasing.

kisses trailing to the corner of her lips,

of desire, enduring his seduction, her inner turmoil raging.

this way, wouldn’t all her previous efforts be in vain? Everything

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

him.

her heart was

night, the sea breeze flirted with the curtains, dancing like the supple waist of a woman, full of

mingled, causing flushed faces and racing hearts. The

deep thirst, but

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

held her, greedily savoring

addicted

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

of the past few weeks was finally

the person in his arms comfortably and

phone on the nightstand buzzed twice. Melvin’s eyes shot open. It was a Facebook message from someone named Harrison, asking if she wanted to have breakfast

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

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

thought darkened Melvin’s gaze.