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 do this?

worried Willow might hear?

drank so much tonight, and I’m worried,” Willow continued, “Where are you? I’ll

up without another word and turned off his

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

chest, pushing him away, “What’s the

gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of

lay it out so bluntly made her heart race

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

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

had to admit those words thrilled her, easily breaching

passion meant to release

like Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to push her

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

don’t want you to see her.”

exploring

a branding iron, scorching her skin,

wits amid his teasing. “But she

the corner of her

into a whirlwind of desire, enduring his seduction, her

all her previous

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

him.

her heart was

flirted with the curtains, dancing like the supple waist of

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

a deep thirst, but there was a desperation to fill the void in one go.

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

her, greedily savoring the moment.

how addicted

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

past few weeks was finally being

arms comfortably and contentedly,

buzzed twice. Melvin’s eyes shot open. It was a Facebook message from someone

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

them? Would she no longer have room for

darkened