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

worried Willow might hear?

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

up without another word and turned

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

put her hands against his chest, pushing him away, “What’s the point of this

gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt

it out so bluntly made

mind in turmoil but still clinging to some semblance of sanity. “But you and Willow…”

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

her, easily breaching her feigned indifference

they were just words of passion meant to release desire, she was all for it.

Jocelyn took the chance to push her

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

you to see her.”

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

branding iron, scorching her

her wits amid his teasing. “But she wants you…”

corner of her lips, licking gently, tenderly, and

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

this way, wouldn’t all her previous efforts be in vain? Everything would just reset.

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

him.

was still

dancing like the supple waist of a woman, full of

faces and racing hearts. The hotel bed

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

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

greedily savoring the moment.

knew how addicted he was

he didn’t touch her, and

weeks

comfortably and contentedly, closing his

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

of the man from last night who seemed to hit it off with Jocelyn. He seemed polished, gentlemanly, and well-mannered. She looked happy with him.

have flown between them? Would she no longer have room for

darkened Melvin’s