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 do this?

Willow might

you. You weren’t there. You drank so much tonight,

hung up without another word and turned off his

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

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

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

so bluntly made her heart race

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

Melvin held her face, their

had to admit those words thrilled her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like

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

Willow, Jocelyn took the chance

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

don’t want you to see

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

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

wits amid his teasing. “But she

yours, Melvin swallowed, his kisses trailing to the corner of

into a whirlwind of desire, enduring his seduction, her

things kept going this way, wouldn’t all her previous efforts be in vain? Everything would just

his match. Torn between resistance and

him.

was

the sea breeze flirted with the curtains, dancing like the supple waist

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

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

horizon began to glow with the hint of dawn, and the towering palm trees outside revealed their silhouettes, did Jocelyn finally drift off

greedily

addicted he was

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

past few weeks was finally being

person in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes

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

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

been there, would sparks have flown between them? Would she no longer have

darkened