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.

eyes widened. How could he

worried Willow might

went to your room looking for you. You weren’t there. You drank so much tonight, and I’m worried,” Willow continued, “Where are

without another word

the phone carelessly onto the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s

hands against his chest, pushing him away, “What’s the point of this back-and-forth?”

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

lay it out so

her mind in turmoil but still clinging to some semblance

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

to admit those words thrilled her, easily breaching her feigned

words of passion meant to release desire, she was

Jocelyn took the chance to push her

her,” Melvin

don’t want you

with my company,” Melvin’s hands were already exploring

branding iron, scorching her skin,

his teasing.

kisses trailing to the corner of her lips, licking gently,

thrown into a whirlwind of desire, enduring his

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

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

him.

her heart was still

breeze flirted with the curtains, dancing like the supple waist of

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

perhaps a deep thirst, but there was a

the towering palm trees

held her, greedily savoring the

knew how addicted

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

weeks was finally being replenished tonight.

held the person in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing

phone on the nightstand buzzed twice. Melvin’s eyes shot open. It was a Facebook message from someone named Harrison, asking if she wanted to

who seemed to hit it off with Jocelyn. He seemed polished, gentlemanly, and well-mannered. She looked

have flown between them? Would she no

thought darkened