The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 28

"Jocelyn!" Melvin called after her.

Jocelyn stopped in her tracks, not bothering to look back.

"Come on, there's a limit to making a scene." Melvin was sure she was just making a scene. He had already explained himself. What more did she want from him?

Jocelyn took a deep breath, feeling more pathetic and ridiculous by the second.

In his eyes, she was just being a drama queen because she wanted more. Yep, to him, she was totally overreacting.

And he had already stooped to coax her, so she should've taken the hint and quit while she was ahead.

It used to be the same old story: she'd get mad, he'd sweet-talk her a bit, and she'd drop it all.

Truth be told, back then she kinda liked being coaxed by him because it felt like he actually cared, like she mattered to him.

But thinking it over now, it all seemed like just going through the motions without ever wondering why. She couldn't even tell if he meant any of it. Or was it just sweet talk to get her into bed and then back to business as usual?

"I'm beat. Let’s go home," Melvin said, moving in to grab her hand and pull her towards the apartment building.

Jocelyn stood her ground.

Melvin turned around, his patience obviously wearing thin.

Jocelyn gently wriggled her hand free. "You should go back to your place."

"What the heck do you want?" Melvin unbuttoned his collar, looking pretty ticked off.

Jocelyn shook her head. "I don't want anything. I just think we both need some time to cool off. Give it some thought: what's the point of us going on like this?"

Melvin pressed his lips together, and looked at her coldly without saying anything. That calm before the storm sent a shiver down Jocelyn's spine.

He wasn't violent, but man, he had a way of making her knees buckle with just one look.

"You sure you won't let me come up tonight?" His tone was heavier now.

Jocelyn's heart was racing, each beat pounding against her chest, pressuring her to cave.

She steeled herself. "Yes."

Melvin stared at her for a long moment before his lips twisted into a sneer. "Jocelyn, you've got guts!"

As the door slammed with a resounding thud, Jocelyn's anxiety finally settled.

The engine roared angrily, as if venting Melvin's rage and dissatisfaction.

Once the noise faded, Jocelyn bent over, hands on knees, gasping for air, fully aware of what her refusal implied.

So that was it. She and the man she had loved for more than three years were really done.

That night, Jocelyn slept like a log.