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 do

Willow might

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

another word and turned off his phone.

the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s face, kissing

against his chest, pushing him away, “What’s the

swollen lips, a hint of hurt in his

hirm lay it out so bluntly made

grew erratic, her mind in turmoil but still clinging to some semblance of sanity. “But you and Willow…”

held her face, their foreheads touching, breath mingling. “I only want

to admit those words thrilled her, easily breaching her feigned indifference

passion meant

don’t like Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to push her

see her,” Melvin kissed the tip of

you to

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

like a branding iron,

wits amid his teasing. “But she wants

corner of her lips,

a whirlwind of desire, enduring his seduction,

this way, wouldn’t all her previous efforts be in vain? Everything would just

Torn between resistance and pleasure, she ultimately

him.

was still with

dancing like the supple waist of a woman, full of grace

racing hearts. The

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

to glow with the hint of dawn, and the towering palm trees outside revealed their silhouettes, did Jocelyn finally drift off to sleep.

greedily savoring the

addicted he was to her.

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

void of the past few weeks was finally being

held the person in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes too.

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

off with Jocelyn. He seemed polished, gentlemanly, and well-mannered. She looked happy with

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

thought darkened