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

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

Melvin hung up without another word and turned off

couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s

chest, pushing him

Melvin’s fingers gently traced her swollen lips, a

out so bluntly

breathing grew erratic, her mind in turmoil but still clinging to some semblance

held her face, their foreheads touching, breath mingling.

her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like they were nothing.

just words of passion meant to release desire, she was

don’t like Willow, Jocelyn took the

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

you to see

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

was like a branding iron, scorching

his

corner of her lips,

of desire, enduring his

wouldn’t all her previous

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

him.

heart was

the

hearts. The hotel bed was sturdy but still uttered cautious, muffled

long separation, or perhaps a deep thirst, but there was a desperation to fill

the horizon began to glow with the hint of dawn, and the towering palm

held her, greedily

he knew how addicted he

was the kind of addiction that tormented him when he didn’t touch her, and once he did, he couldn’t stop, as if trying to drain

past few weeks was finally being

his arms comfortably and contentedly,

on the nightstand buzzed twice. Melvin’s eyes shot open. It was a Facebook message from someone

thought of the 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 a perfect match.

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

darkened