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

worried Willow might

you. You weren’t there. You drank so much tonight, and I’m

Melvin hung up without another word

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

against his chest, pushing him away,

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 bluntly made

but still clinging to

their foreheads

had to admit those words thrilled her, easily breaching her feigned indifference

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

Jocelyn took the chance to push her

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

you

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

like a branding iron,

amid his

the corner of her lips, licking gently,

into a whirlwind of desire,

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

Torn between resistance and

him.

heart was still

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

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

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

with the hint of dawn, and the towering palm trees

held her, greedily savoring the moment.

he knew how addicted he was to her.

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

of the past few weeks

held the person in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his

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

who seemed to hit it off with Jocelyn. He seemed polished, gentlemanly,

sparks have flown between them? Would she no longer

darkened Melvin’s

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