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.

How could he

worried Willow might

room looking for you. You weren’t there. You drank so much tonight,

up without another word and turned off his phone.

tossed the phone carelessly onto the couch, then

pushing him away, “What’s the

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

out so bluntly made her heart

turmoil but still clinging to some semblance of sanity.

their foreheads touching,

admit those words thrilled her, easily breaching her

of passion meant to release desire, she was all for it.

don’t like Willow, Jocelyn took the chance

her,” Melvin

don’t want you to see

hands were already exploring her waist, his breathing

touch was like a branding iron, scorching her skin,

maintained her wits amid his teasing. “But she wants you…”

to the corner of her lips, licking gently,

into a whirlwind of desire, enduring his seduction,

wouldn’t all her previous efforts

was never his match. Torn between resistance and pleasure,

him.

heart was

like the supple waist of a woman, full of grace

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

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

horizon began to glow with the hint of dawn, and the towering palm trees outside revealed their silhouettes, did Jocelyn

her, greedily savoring the

he knew how addicted he was

he didn’t touch her, and once he did, he couldn’t stop,

weeks was finally

person in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing

twice. Melvin’s eyes shot open. It was a Facebook message from someone named Harrison,

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

been there, would sparks have flown between them? Would she no longer have room for him

darkened Melvin’s gaze.