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 worried Willow might

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

another word and turned off his

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

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

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

it out so bluntly made

grew erratic, her mind in turmoil but still clinging to some semblance of sanity. “But

face, their foreheads touching, breath mingling. “I only

those words thrilled her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like they were nothing.

were just words of passion meant to release

took the chance to

her, don’t see her,” Melvin kissed the tip of her

want you to see

were already exploring her waist, his breathing heavy. “She’s just a business partner.”

was like a branding iron, scorching

maintained her wits amid his teasing. “But

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

desire,

kept going this way, wouldn’t all her previous

Jocelyn was never his match. Torn between resistance and

him.

heart was still

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

faces and racing hearts. The hotel bed was sturdy but

thirst, but there was a desperation to

towering palm trees outside revealed their silhouettes,

her, greedily savoring the moment.

knew how addicted he was to her.

and

of the past few weeks

comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes

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

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

between them? Would she no longer have

darkened Melvin’s gaze.