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 he

Willow might hear?

drank so much tonight,

without another word

tossed the phone carelessly onto the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s face, kissing

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

fingers gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt in his puppy-dog

out so bluntly

turmoil but still clinging to some semblance of

were my first.” Melvin held her face, their foreheads touching, breath mingling. “I only want you.”

words thrilled her, easily breaching her

if they were just words of passion meant to release desire, she was all

don’t like Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to push

her,” Melvin kissed the tip of her nose.

want you to

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

branding iron, scorching her skin, boiling her blood.

amid his teasing. “But she wants

Melvin swallowed, his kisses trailing to the corner of

a whirlwind of desire, enduring his seduction, her

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

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

him.

was

flirted with the curtains, dancing like the supple waist of a woman, full of grace and

causing flushed faces and racing hearts. The hotel bed was sturdy but

deep thirst, but there was a desperation

when the horizon began to glow with the hint of dawn, and the towering

greedily savoring the

knew how addicted he was

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

weeks

the person in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his

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

who seemed to hit it off with Jocelyn. He seemed polished, gentlemanly, and well-mannered. She looked

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

darkened