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.

could he do

Willow might hear?

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

without another word and turned

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

pushing him away, “What’s the point of

the one who ditched me.” Melvin’s fingers gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt in his puppy-dog

hirm lay it out so

clinging to some semblance of sanity. “But you and

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

to admit those words thrilled her, easily

they were just words of passion meant to release desire,

like Willow, Jocelyn took the chance

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

don’t want you to

company,” Melvin’s hands were already exploring her waist, his breathing heavy. “She’s

a branding iron, scorching her skin,

wits amid his

his kisses trailing to the corner of her

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

previous efforts

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

him.

was still

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

hearts. The hotel bed was

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

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

her, greedily savoring the

addicted he was to her.

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

the past few weeks was

person in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes

eyes shot open. It was a Facebook message from someone named Harrison, asking if she

He seemed polished, gentlemanly, and well-mannered. She looked happy with him. Most importantly, they looked like a

would sparks have flown between them? Would she no longer have room for him when she got back?

darkened Melvin’s