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.

eyes widened. How could he do this?

worried Willow might

weren’t there. You drank so much tonight, and I’m worried,”

hung up without another word and turned off his phone.

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

his chest, pushing him away,

gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt in his puppy-dog

it out so bluntly made her

but still clinging to some semblance

Melvin held her face, their foreheads touching, breath mingling.

her, easily breaching her feigned indifference

of passion meant to

the chance to

see her,” Melvin

want you to

exploring her waist, his breathing heavy. “She’s just a

iron, scorching

amid his teasing.

trailing to the corner of her

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

her previous efforts be in

Torn between resistance and pleasure, she ultimately lost to

him.

was still

the supple waist

and restrained breaths mingled, causing flushed faces and racing hearts. The

perhaps a deep thirst, but there was a desperation to fill

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

greedily savoring the moment.

he knew how addicted he

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

weeks was finally being replenished tonight.

the person in his arms comfortably

was a Facebook message from someone

who seemed to hit it off with Jocelyn. He seemed

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

thought darkened Melvin’s gaze.

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