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

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

without another word and turned off his phone.

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

chest, pushing him

her swollen lips, a hint of hurt in his

out so bluntly

turmoil but still clinging to some semblance of sanity. “But you and

her face, their foreheads touching, breath mingling. “I

her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like they were

just words of passion meant to release desire,

like Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to push her luck.

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

want you to see

signed a contract with my company,” Melvin’s hands were already exploring her waist, his breathing

was like a branding iron,

amid his

trailing to the corner of her

thrown into a whirlwind of desire, enduring his seduction, her inner turmoil raging.

all her previous efforts

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

him.

was still with him.

the curtains, dancing like the supple waist

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

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

of dawn, and the towering palm trees outside revealed their silhouettes, did

held her, greedily savoring

he knew how addicted he was to

him when he didn’t touch her, and once he did, he couldn’t stop, as if trying to drain himself dry.

void of the past few weeks was finally being replenished tonight.

comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes too.

eyes shot open. It was a Facebook message from someone named

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

have flown between them? Would she no longer have room for him when

darkened Melvin’s