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

Willow might hear?

for you. You weren’t there. You drank so much tonight, and I’m worried,” Willow continued, “Where are you? I’ll come find you.”

up without another word and turned

onto the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s face,

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

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

hirm lay it out so bluntly made

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

their foreheads touching, breath mingling. “I only want

words thrilled her, easily breaching her

words of passion meant to release desire, she was all

like Willow, Jocelyn took the chance

see her,” Melvin kissed the tip

you to

exploring her waist, his breathing heavy. “She’s just a

a branding iron, scorching her skin, boiling her blood.

his teasing.

yours, Melvin swallowed, his kisses trailing to the corner of her lips, licking gently,

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

all her previous efforts be in vain?

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

him.

heart was still with

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

mingled, causing flushed faces and racing hearts. The hotel

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

dawn, and the towering palm trees outside revealed their

her, greedily savoring

addicted

touch her, and once he

few weeks was finally being replenished tonight.

arms comfortably and contentedly,

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

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

Would she no longer have room for him

thought darkened