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

worried Willow might

much tonight, and I’m worried,” Willow continued, “Where

Melvin hung up without another word and turned off his phone.

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

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

fingers gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt

so

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

were my first.” Melvin held her face, their foreheads

admit those words thrilled her, easily

just words of passion meant

don’t like Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to

her, don’t see her,” Melvin kissed

don’t want you to see

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

touch was like a branding iron, scorching her skin,

amid his teasing. “But she wants you…”

to the corner of her lips, licking gently, tenderly,

desire, enduring his seduction, her

previous

was never his match. Torn between resistance and pleasure, she

him.

was still with

dancing like the supple waist of a woman,

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

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

horizon began to glow with the hint of dawn, and the towering palm trees outside revealed their silhouettes, did Jocelyn finally drift

her, greedily

knew how addicted he was to her.

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

weeks was

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

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

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

he not been there, would sparks have flown between them? Would she no longer have room

darkened Melvin’s gaze.