The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 31

After lunch, Jocelyn called Preston outside the office.

Preston mentioned his back was acting up a bit, nothing too serious, but his uncle insisted he stay home and rest.

“I told him I had finals coming up and had to study. My uncle said that I didn't do well anyway and that it would be a waste of time to study. That kinda talk rubbed me the wrong way. I told him I'm shooting for top five in our grade; he just laughed it off. So, I suggested maybe you could swing by the next couple of days to help me study.”

After spilling his guts, Preston cautiously added, “Jocelyn, could you please, come and help me review for a couple of days?”

Jocelyn thought about Preston’s pledge to get into the top five and, being a teacher, she couldn’t exactly squash his drive. Plus, his mishap was kinda on her, so she couldn’t just wash her hands of it.

“Sure, but…”

“Don't worry, my uncle hit the road for a trip two hours ago. No clue when he's back, but he won’t be for at least a day or two.” Preston knew what was bugging her.

That put Jocelyn a little more at ease, “Send me the address, and I’ll come over after my classes.”

“Don’t you know my uncle’s place?” Preston was surprised.

Jocelyn chuckled, “Nope.”

She knew nothing about Melvin, except for his jewelry business.

Most people bring their sweetheart home; instead, here’s this big-shot company boss, glued to her tiny spot, refusing to budge.

She figured maybe Melvin just wanted to avoid any messy strings if things didn’t work out.

Jocelyn felt like Melvin was always on guard, never really betting on them to last.

Now, it didn’t matter. She was kinda hung up on it, but figured she’d get over it eventually.

After her afternoon classes, she grabbed a cab to the address Preston gave her—downtown's prime real estate, a waterfront pad with a price tag out of most people’s league.

At the entrance, the security guard even stopped her, but once he heard she was heading to Melvin’s, his tune changed, all smiles saying, “Mr. Martinez left word. I’ll take you there.” And with that, he escorted her to the elevator and swiped his card for her.

Riding up, watching the numbers flicker, she felt the gap between her and Melvin all over again.

Her folks were in an old complex, her in a one-bed flat. The combined value of these two properties was not even equivalent to the value of the bathroom in Melvin's place.

The elevator dinged open on the 23rd floor right into a swanky double-door entrance.

Preston was waiting, with a pair of lady’s slippers set out.

“These are for you. They are brand new,” he greeted her.

First time at Melvin’s, Jocelyn was a little nervous.

Slippers on, she stepped across the threshold and took a deep breath.

The living room was spacious, with eight massive glass doors leading to a huge balcony. From inside, you could see clearly across with zero obstructions, spotless.

The evening breeze wasn’t too hot.

Inside, the decor screamed Melvin—black, white, and gray tones with green plants as the only pops of color.

Preston led her out onto the balcony. “Come check out the view.”

And what a view it was.

It almost like she could scoop up the river below. Across, the city’s famous spots lit up, boats twinkling on the water, stunning.

A sight most yearn for but only a few call their everyday.

Jocelyn never had lofty dreams, even less now.

For her, this was nothing but a rare indulgence, not something to wake up to.

“Let’s get to revising,” she pulled herself away from the view, laying out some materials.

Preston frowned at the pile, “That much?”