The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 20

The old Jocelyn wasn't like this.

She knew Melvin wasn't into her wearing those flashy clothes, and he definitely wasn't a fan of her dolling up and hitting the bars looking like a total knockout. She knew she would've gotten on his bad side over something like this.

And to sass him back? No chance.

Melvin gave her the cold shoulder, but Jocelyn stood her ground, staring right back.

This time, she wasn't about to back down.

"Jocelyn," after what felt like ages, Melvin finally broke the silence, calling her by her name, which was a rarity when they were together.

Jocelyn just raised an eyebrow. The seductive charm of hers made it impossible for a guy to stay mad at her.

Another part of him, however, gradually hardened because of her casual movement.

"Don't provoke me," Melvin swallowed hard, managing to squeeze out just that much.

Jocelyn chuckled, pursing her lips. She took out her phone, flashed him a photo, and said, "So it's cool for you to light fires, but I can't even spark a match? Who's really clueless about our relationship here, you or me?"

The sight of the photo darkened Melvin's expression even more.

Jocelyn expected him to explain, but he just looked away and hit the road again.

"Huh," she scoffed, playing with her phone, zooming in and out on that photo, "Willow's pretty hot, huh? You two look good together."

Melvin shot her a cold glance, which she blatantly ignored, continuing, "I wonder who snapped that. They'd send it to me. Will they send it to the paparazzi? With her innocent image, a scandal could be bad news for her, right?"

Jocelyn hissed under her breath, then turned to Melvin with mock seriousness, "If they catch you in the frame, given her popularity, you might get dragged into the spotlight too. But hey, no sweat, right? You're both single and ready to mingle. It could even boost your profile."

Melvin floored it, the car speeding up. Middle of the night, roads were clear, speed limit 60, but he's doing 120. It's easy when money talks.

Jocelyn was in high spirits, thinking if he didn't want her to have it easy, then nobody would.

It was like he was punishing her by rolling down the windows. The outside air wasn't hot anymore, but with the car speeding, the wind was fierce, blowing her hair around like crazy.

Nonchalantly fixing her hair, Jocelyn noticed his phone light up on the dash and kindly pointed out, "Someone's ringing you."

He slowed down, rolled up the windows, glanced at the caller ID, then at Jocelyn who was acting like nothing was up. Melvin hit the speakerphone, connecting it to the car's Bluetooth.

"Melvin, where did you go? You coming back or what? We're all waiting," Willow's voice rang out, clear as a bell.

Jocelyn wished she could sink into her seat.

"Play without me; I'm not coming back," Melvin replied coolly.

Jocelyn bit her lip, then let go with a soft 'pop'.

She swore it wasn't on purpose. But the thrill of petty revenge felt good.

No one on the other end could hear such a tiny noise, right?

"Who... who are you with?"

Turns out, the other end had good ears.

Jocelyn didn't dare look at Melvin, afraid he'd think she did it on purpose.

Melvin, annoyed by Jocelyn's antics but acting like nothing happened, turned off the Bluetooth, and brought the phone to his ear. "Don't stay out too late, and get some rest."