The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 3

Jocelyn spotted his bloodshot eyes and her heart tightened. She beat a hasty retreat.

But her wrist was caught, and with a yank, she felt a weight on her shoulder and suddenly she was plastered against the cold wall.-

"What are you trying to do? Let go of me!" Jocelyn hissed at him, struggling to break free.

Melvin was strong, pinning her down so she couldn’t move.

"Don't move!" His husky voice, thick with the scent of alcohol, was hot and moist against her neck.

Jocelyn turned her head and panted, "What the hell do you want?"

"I am fucking miss you."

Jocelyn froze.

Her hands fell to her sides and her heart fluttered. She took a deep breath to calm the storm of emotions his words had stirred up. Her eyes warmed with tears, "We broke up."

Those words made the man leaning on her shoulder tense up.

Jocelyn kept her cool. She loved him, but they were over. This wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to happen.

Melvin turned his head, his lips brushing against her cheek, not speaking, just trailing kisses down her neck.

His hand slid to her waist; now his intention was clear.

Jocelyn closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and with a shaky voice, said, "You come back to flirt when you can't offer me a future. Want me to always be your little secret?"

The kissing stopped, then there was a sudden pain at her collarbone – he was actually biting her!

"Melvin!" Jocelyn's eyes reddened with fury as she yelled.

Melvin gently licked the spot he had bitten, "Having me in your heart while dating other guys, you're such a player."

Jocelyn, seething with anger, shoved him away with all her might and landed a resounding slap across his face.

Breathless, she glared at him, "You're shameless!"

Melvin touched his cheek with his tongue, his eyes revealing a dangerous glint.

He grabbed her shoulders and kissed her lips wildly, gnawing and biting without mercy.

Jocelyn felt fear while she was unable to push him away, and humiliation washed over her as tears spilled from her eyes.

Tasting the salt of her tears, Melvin touched her face, and found it was damp.

He calmed down, breathing heavily. Staring at the tear-streaked woman, his chest tight with agitation and irritation, "Do we have to get married? Can't we be together without it?"

Jocelyn feigned calmness and asked, "Are you just in it for fun?"

Dating without the intention of marriage was pretty much just messing around.

Because it was all about satisfying his desires without taking responsibility.

"What's so great about marriage? Are you that desperate to marry him?" Melvin's voice was low and husky, like a lion provoked, issuing a warning growl.

Jocelyn took deep breaths and said clearly, "Yes, I do want to marry him. So, don't bother me again."

Melvin gripped her shoulders as if trying to crush them, "Have you slept with him?"

"That's none of your business," Jocelyn didn't want to waste words with him; she just wanted to get away.

As she tried to leave, he pressed her against the wall again, lifted her chin, and looked into her eyes, his Adam’s apple moving as his lips brushed against her ear, "I can't get used to anyone else. Can you really get used to him?"

Jocelyn was vulnerable to his seduction.

Her whole body tingled; nerves strung tight.

She turned her head, suppressing that strange feeling. When she thought of the woman who had called him that day, she felt a blockage in her heart.

"There was a time to adjust when I was with you at first, too."

Melvin applied a bit more pressure, leaving a red mark on her fair chin.

Seeing her defiant face, Melvin wanted to make her beg for mercy.

He bent down and kissed her lips fiercely, sucking hard.

Jocelyn, in pain, pushed him, hit him, pinched the flesh around his waist, but it was futile.