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

worried Willow might hear?

your 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 find you.”

word and turned

onto the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s face,

him away, “What’s

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

so

still clinging to some

her face, their foreheads touching, breath mingling.

words thrilled her, easily breaching her feigned indifference

just words of passion meant to release desire, she

Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to push her

don’t see her,”

you to

Melvin’s hands were already exploring her

a branding iron, scorching her skin, boiling her blood.

maintained her wits amid his teasing. “But she

his kisses trailing to the corner of

of desire, enduring his seduction, her

things kept going this way, wouldn’t all her previous efforts be in vain?

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

him.

heart was

dancing like the supple waist of a woman,

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

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

towering palm trees outside revealed their

greedily savoring the

how addicted he was to her.

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

few weeks was

his arms comfortably and contentedly,

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

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

between them? Would she no longer have room

darkened Melvin’s gaze.

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