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.

could

worried Willow might hear?

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

up without another word and turned

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

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

who ditched me.” Melvin’s fingers gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt in his puppy-dog eyes. “But I still want

hirm lay it out so bluntly

in turmoil but still clinging to some semblance of sanity.

Melvin held her face, their foreheads touching, breath mingling.

thrilled her, easily breaching

just words of passion meant to release desire, she was

like Willow, Jocelyn took the chance to push

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

you

were already exploring

a branding iron, scorching her skin, boiling

amid his teasing.

yours, Melvin swallowed, his kisses trailing to the corner of

was thrown into a whirlwind of desire, enduring his

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

his match. Torn between resistance and pleasure,

him.

her heart was still with

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

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

hint of dawn, and the towering

greedily savoring the

he knew how addicted he

her, and once

void of the past few weeks was finally being replenished

in his arms comfortably and contentedly, closing his eyes

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. She looked happy

them? Would she no longer have room for him when she got back?

thought darkened Melvin’s gaze.