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

worried Willow might hear?

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

up without another word and turned

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

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

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

out so

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

face, their foreheads touching, breath mingling.

her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like

passion meant to release desire, she

Jocelyn took the chance to

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

don’t want you to see

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

a branding iron, scorching her skin,

wits amid his teasing. “But

Melvin swallowed, his kisses trailing to the corner of her

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

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

was never his match. Torn between

him.

heart was still

night, the sea breeze flirted with the curtains, dancing like the supple waist of a woman, full of grace and

faces and racing hearts. The hotel bed was sturdy but still uttered cautious,

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

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

greedily

he knew how addicted he was to her.

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

the past few weeks was finally being replenished tonight.

the person in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes too.

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

with Jocelyn. He seemed polished, gentlemanly, and well-mannered. She

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

thought darkened