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.

widened. How could he do this?

worried Willow might hear?

your room looking for you. You weren’t there. You drank so much tonight, and I’m worried,” Willow continued,

word and turned off

the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s face, kissing her

chest, pushing him away, “What’s the point of this back-and-forth?”

a hint of hurt in his puppy-dog eyes. “But I still want

so bluntly

grew erratic, her mind in turmoil but still clinging to some semblance of

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

those words thrilled her, easily

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

the

her,” Melvin kissed the

want you to see her.”

with my company,” Melvin’s hands were already exploring her

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

amid his teasing. “But she wants you…”

trailing to the corner of her lips, licking gently,

of desire,

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

his match. Torn between resistance and pleasure, she

him.

heart was still with him.

the

hearts. The hotel

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

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

her, greedily savoring the

he knew how addicted he was to

tormented him when he didn’t touch her, and once he did, he

of the past few weeks was finally being

arms comfortably and

was a Facebook message from someone named Harrison, asking if she

last night who seemed to hit it off with Jocelyn. He seemed polished, gentlemanly, and well-mannered. She looked happy with him. Most importantly, they looked like a perfect match.

would sparks have flown between them? Would

thought darkened Melvin’s

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