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 this?

he worried Willow

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

another word

then cupped Jocelyn’s face, kissing

against his chest, pushing him

her swollen lips, a hint of hurt

hirm lay it out so bluntly

but still clinging to some semblance of sanity. “But you and

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

her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like they

meant to release desire, she was all

the chance to push

don’t see her,” Melvin kissed the tip of her nose.

don’t want you to see

company,” Melvin’s hands were already exploring her

touch was like a branding iron, scorching her skin, boiling her blood.

wits amid his

swallowed, his kisses trailing to the corner of

into a whirlwind of desire, enduring his seduction, her inner turmoil

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

match. Torn between resistance and pleasure,

him.

heart was

with the curtains, dancing like the supple waist of

hearts. The hotel bed was sturdy

a deep thirst, but there was

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

greedily savoring

how addicted

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

few weeks was

in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his

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

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

Would she no longer have room for him when she

darkened Melvin’s

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