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.

widened. How could he do this?

Willow

drank so much tonight, and I’m worried,” Willow continued, “Where are

Melvin hung up without another word and turned

the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s face, kissing her

chest, pushing him away, “What’s the

Melvin’s fingers gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt in his puppy-dog

so bluntly made her

breathing grew erratic, her mind in turmoil but still clinging to some semblance of sanity.

her face, their foreheads touching, breath mingling.

those words thrilled her, easily breaching her feigned

if they were just words of passion meant to release desire, she was

don’t like Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to

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

you to see her.”

were already exploring

branding iron, scorching her skin, boiling her

his teasing.

swallowed, his kisses trailing to the corner of her lips, licking gently, tenderly, and

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

previous efforts be in

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

him.

her heart was

the sea breeze flirted with the curtains, dancing like the supple waist of a woman, full of grace and

and racing hearts. The hotel bed

thirst, but there was a desperation to

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

greedily savoring

knew how addicted he was to her.

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

of the past few weeks was finally being

in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his

twice. Melvin’s eyes shot open. It was a

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

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

thought darkened