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.

could

he worried Willow might hear?

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 cupped

hands against his chest, pushing him away,

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

it out so bluntly

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

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

had to admit those words thrilled her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like they were nothing.

meant to release desire, she

like Willow, Jocelyn took the chance

see her,” Melvin kissed the tip of her nose.

want you

Melvin’s hands were already exploring her

iron, scorching her skin, boiling her blood.

his

swallowed, his kisses trailing to the corner of her lips,

a whirlwind of desire, enduring his seduction,

going this way, wouldn’t all her previous efforts be

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

him.

her heart was still

dancing like the supple waist of a

breaths mingled, causing flushed faces and racing hearts. The hotel bed was sturdy but still uttered cautious,

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

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

greedily

addicted

didn’t touch her, and once he did, he couldn’t stop, as if trying to drain

of the past few weeks was finally

arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes too.

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

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

flown between them? Would she no longer

darkened Melvin’s