The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 115

Jocelyn turned around and saw Melvin's icy face.

What was once clear now doubled and blurred before her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes, but the more she rubbed, the more the images seemed to multiply.

He turned to Yasmine and asked, "What's she been drinking?" Melvin's frown deepened as he watched Jocelyn stagger her way across the room.

Yasmine just pointed to the half-empty glass of wine on the bar. "Your little girl's all grown up now."

Melvin glanced at the drink and scowled even more when he saw Jocelyn leaning on the bar, struggling to make her way outside, her hands grasping for anything to steady herself.

Just as her fingers were about to latch onto a newcomer to the bar, Melvin quickly wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close for support.

As he smelled the scent of alcohol on her breath, his expression turned even darker. He looked back at Yasmine. "Are you done?"

"Don't worry about me. Just get her home," Yasmine dismissed him with a wave, but added sternly, "And don't you try anything funny."

Melvin, feeling Jocelyn fidget in his arms, grunted, "I'm not interested in someone else's girl."

Yasmine bluntly hit him with the truth. "Not interested, yet you're holding her pretty tight there, aren't you?"

Melvin's face darkened further, and after a moment, he called up Yara to come and pick Yasmine up.

Yara, luckily nearby, arrived to find Melvin cradling Jocelyn in his arms. She wondered if the two had reconciled, but as an assistant, she knew better than to pry into her boss's personal life.

"Take Yasmine home," Melvin ordered Yara before escorting Jocelyn out.

All the while, Jocelyn squirmed in Melvin's hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any man, especially not her ex.

Though she was dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison was her boyfriend now.

"Stop moving!" Melvin's low growl by her ear startled her as they stepped outside.

A blast of cold air greeted them at the door, sending a shiver down Jocelyn's spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the wine were potent, and she felt terrible all over.

Even though her mind was clearer, her body still felt out of control.

With a strong push, Jocelyn tried to free herself. "Please, have some dignity."

Melvin released her, and as she stumbled forward, she instinctively reached out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn't move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the front of his shirt to steady herself.

After regaining her balance with a heavy breath, she patted Melvin's chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts. "Sorry," she apologized, raising her hands to show she meant no more contact.

Melvin silently observed her perform this act of contrition. Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously before finding her balance.

She knew too well what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She couldn't afford to sink any deeper.

Upon taking the last step, she finally felt like she'd be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her foot slipped. Her eyes widened as she stumbled forward.

No arms came to catch her; no hands reached out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears springing to her eyes from the sheer pain.

Collapsed on the ground with passersby looking on, not a single person moved to help her.

Some hesitated, but upon seeing Melvin's imposing figure watching from the steps, they backed off.

Jocelyn's chin throbbed, her palms stung, and her knees ached. It felt as though her entire body was wracked with pain.

"Playing the hero? Wouldn't it be easier to just accept help when you need it?" Melvin's icy voice floated down to her.

That did it. Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any strength, she was hoisted up.