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

worried Willow might hear?

for you. You weren’t there. You drank so much tonight, and I’m

Melvin hung up without another word and turned off

then cupped Jocelyn’s face, kissing her lips

chest, pushing him away, “What’s the point

the one who ditched me.” Melvin’s fingers gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt in

it out so bluntly made

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

first.” Melvin held her face, their foreheads touching,

thrilled her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like they were

meant to release desire, she was all

the chance

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

want you to see her.”

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

was like a branding iron, scorching her skin,

amid his teasing. “But she wants

trailing to the corner of her lips,

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

wouldn’t all her previous efforts be

match. Torn between resistance and pleasure,

him.

was

dancing like the supple waist of a woman,

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

or perhaps a deep thirst, but there was a

with the hint of dawn, and the towering palm trees outside revealed their silhouettes, did Jocelyn

held her, greedily

how addicted he was

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

past few weeks was

person in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing

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

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

he not been there, would sparks have flown between them? Would she no longer have

darkened Melvin’s