The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 26

The heavy, raspy breaths on the other end of the phone were still blending together.

Jocelyn's hands were shaking, and sleep was the last thing on her mind.

She was a hot mess, feeling like she wanted to scream her lungs out.

Finally, she hit the record button, holding it down until the caller hung up.

She sat up in bed, head hanging, her chest tight and short of breath for a long time.

No chance of getting any more sleep.

She watched the clock tick away, feeling like the night was dragging on forever.

When dawn finally broke, there was a knock on the door, her head buzzing, completely drained, and her phone went off again.

"Melvin" flashed on the screen. Her eyes were sore as she stared at the name, while the annoying knock on the door persisted.

After a while, she dragged herself to answer it, barefoot.

Melvin looked awful. "Changed the locks?"

Jocelyn lifted her head, and the look on her face shocked Melvin.

Eyes bloodshot, her face completely pale, she looked like she'd been through hell and back in just one night.

"What happened to you?" Melvin frowned, reaching for her shoulder.

Before he could touch her, Jocelyn dodged like she was avoiding something filthy, the disgust in her eyes plain as day.

Melvin's face went cold in an instant. "Jocelyn, what the hell is going on?"

Jocelyn took a painful deep breath, still clutching her phone, and looked him straight in the eye. "Let's break up."

Melvin's eyes narrowed, and the air around him turned frosty.

"Explain yourself!" His gaze turned icy.

Jocelyn swallowed hard and played the recording on her phone, that unbearable, indescribable sound filling their ears.

With each listen, Jocelyn's heart twisted in agony.

"What is this?" Melvin frowned, clueless.

Jocelyn forced a bitter smile and showed him the call log, "3:25 AM, you called me. That's when I heard this and recorded it."

Melvin stared at the call log on her phone screen, then pulled out his own, finding no trace of a call to her at that time.

"I was drunk last night, and Zephyr took me home. I didn't wake up until this morning," Melvin explained coolly.

"Who else was there?" Jocelyn didn't want to leave it murky. If he was willing to explain, she was willing to clear things up.

Melvin frowned slightly and answered, "Willow."

Jocelyn was at a loss for words.

"Preston was home too," Melvin added, fire building up inside him at her mocking laugh.

Jocelyn felt exhausted. She let her arms fall, propping herself against the door; the light went from her eyes. "You've got your own place. Go back there. Don't come here anymore."

With that, she was about to shut the door.

Melvin braced the door with his hand and said, "I told you, nothing happened between Willow and me!"

"So what?" Jocelyn matched his stubbornness, "You and I have nothing either. If you're just looking for booty calls, I'll hit you up when I'm in the mood."

"You..." Melvin was about to explode.

Jocelyn pushed the door with resolve, determined not to let him in.

"Don’t you believe me?" Melvin almost snarled.

"I do." Jocelyn had no energy left to argue. After a sleepless night, she was beat and needed to get ready for work.

Melvin sensed her brushing him off. Being doubted and distrusted over something he didn't do really got under his skin.