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

worried Willow might

room looking for you. You weren’t there. You drank so much tonight, and I’m worried,” Willow continued, “Where are you? I’ll come

word

onto the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s face, kissing her lips tenderly.

against his chest, pushing him away, “What’s

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

it out so bluntly made

breathing grew erratic, her mind in turmoil but still clinging

Melvin held her face, their

admit those words thrilled her, easily

they were just words of passion meant

Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to push her luck.

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

you to see

contract with my company,” Melvin’s hands were already exploring

touch was like a branding iron, scorching her skin, boiling

his teasing. “But

the corner of her lips, licking

a whirlwind of desire,

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

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

him.

heart was still with

like the supple waist

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

a deep thirst, but there was a desperation to fill

the towering palm trees outside revealed

her, greedily

knew how addicted he

the kind of addiction that tormented him when he didn’t touch her, and once he did, he couldn’t stop,

past few weeks was

his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes

shot open. It was a Facebook message from someone named Harrison, asking if she wanted to have breakfast

seemed to hit it off with Jocelyn. He seemed polished, gentlemanly, and well-mannered.

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

darkened