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 he do

Willow might

drank so much tonight, and I’m worried,” Willow continued, “Where are you? I’ll come find you.”

hung up without another word and turned off his phone.

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

chest, pushing him away,

lips, a hint of hurt in his puppy-dog eyes.

lay it out so bluntly

erratic, her mind in turmoil but still clinging to

face, their foreheads touching,

thrilled her, easily

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

Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to push her

see her,” Melvin kissed the tip of her nose.

don’t want you to see her.”

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

iron, scorching her skin, boiling

wits amid his teasing. “But she

kisses trailing to the corner of

of desire, enduring his seduction, her inner

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

his match. Torn between resistance and pleasure, she ultimately

him.

heart was still with him.

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

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

or perhaps a deep thirst, but there was a desperation

and the towering palm trees outside revealed their silhouettes, did Jocelyn

held her, greedily savoring the moment.

knew how addicted he was

was the kind of addiction that tormented him when he didn’t touch her, and once he did, he

of the past few weeks was finally being replenished tonight.

his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing

shot open. It was a Facebook message from someone named Harrison, asking if she wanted to have breakfast

seemed polished, gentlemanly, and well-mannered. She looked happy with him.

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

thought darkened Melvin’s gaze.