The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 151

Melvin's blood boiled at Jocelyn's words.

Gripping her hand, he marched her towards the inn she had pointed out. Reaching the reception desk, he slapped down his driver’s license and demanded, “Room for two, now!”

The inn owner was a middle-aged woman with a kindly face. She was clearly taken aback by his fury. Her concerned gaze shifted to Jocelyn, whose scent of booze was faint but noticeable. She couldn’t help but ask, “Honey, are you... are you sure about this?”

Jocelyn flashed the owner a wobbly smile, “Yeah.”

The owner was uneasy. Something seemed unnatural, especially with this man who didn’t look like any regular Joe, bringing a girl to a place like this. And the aggression in his stance was terrifying.

After registration, the owner handed over a key card and told them the room number.

With Jocelyn in tow, Melvin stormed upstairs. Finding the room, he swiped the card and the lights flickered on.

As he turned and pinned Jocelyn against the wall, leaning in to kiss her, she closed her eyes. But her tense body betrayed her reluctance.

Melvin inhaled deeply and crashed his fist against the wall behind her. She shuddered at his reaction. Her eyelids were fluttering.

“Who the hell are you trying to punish here?” Melvin growled through clenched teeth.

Slowly, Jocelyn opened her eyes to meet his rage, “You said it yourself, living for the moment, right?”

Silence hung heavily as Melvin struggled with a surge of bile in his throat. Looking into her clear eyes, he had an overwhelming urge to ravage her.

The standoff continued until Melvin finally released her.

Jocelyn’s heart, which had been hammering in her chest, slowed. “Changed your mind? Then I'm leaving,” she said coolly and pushed him away.

She opened the door and stepped out. Her buzz had completely gone.

Melvin hadn’t stopped her, which meant he was well sober. They both perfectly knew that forced affection brought no joy.

Descending the stairs, Jocelyn encountered the baffled owner.

“That was quick?”

With a nonchalant smile, Jocelyn quipped, “He couldn’t cut it.”

The owner was speechless.

The handsome young man who seemed quite robust, couldn't cut it?

What a pity, she thought.

Melvin ground his teeth in anger as he heard Jocelyn’s comment,.

Jocelyn had already left the inn. Melvin slammed the key card on the counter, “I want my deposit back!”

The owner quickly complied, but couldn’t resist asking, “Sweetie, I know a great therapist. He might help with your... situation.”

Melvin shot her a venomous look, “Mind your own business.”

“Hey, you...” The owner muttered as Melvin stormed out, “Kids these days, can’t handle the truth, huh?”

Outside, Melvin caught up with Jocelyn. She turned to see him dark as a thundercloud – no man takes kindly to insinuations about his prowess.

Despite the embarrassing scene, Jocelyn felt oddly refreshed.

“You get a kick out of humiliating me?” Melvin fumed.

Her step was light. “Yeah.”