The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 35

Melvin was totally drunk last night.

Jocelyn had no interest in reasoning with a drunk. She just let him cling to her, knowing that once his buzz wore off, he'd simmer down naturally.

Deep down, she could sense that Melvin was a bit obsessive.

She wasn’t sure if his love was true, but like he said, he wouldn’t let her go without his consent.

Sometimes she even wondered if he’d crash her wedding if she married someone else.

Melvin definitely had a possessive streak. Sometimes he acted like he didn’t care about her, and other times he came on super strong.

But he never said he loved her.

It took a while, but eventually, Jocelyn felt Melvin's emotions stabilize. Yet, his grip didn’t loosen; he was still holding her tight.

“Wanna sip some water?” Jocelyn asked softly, patting his back.

At her words, his grip tightened like a startled bird, scared she might fly away.

Jocelyn stayed quiet, silently waiting for him to let go.

It wasn’t until his phone buzzed that he finally moved.

He didn’t answer though.

The phone went silent, then buzzed again.

Jocelyn had a hunch about who might be calling at this hour. Since he came with Willow, it wasn't a stretch to guess that maybe he and Willow were an item.

When the phone rang a third time, Melvin finally pulled out his phone, and answered the call.

“Melvin, where are you?” Willow’s anxious voice came through.

Jocelyn turned her head away; she was able to hear Willow's voice because it was so quiet.

“What's up?” Melvin asked.

Jocelyn tried to leave, but Melvin grabbed her hand, pushed her against the wall, coming up to her and kissing her on the lips.

Jocelyn’s eyes widened. How could he do this?

Wasn’t he worried Willow might hear?

“I went to your room looking for you. You weren't there. You drank so much tonight, and I’m worried,” Willow continued, “Where are you? I’ll come find you.”

“Don’t.” Melvin hung up without another word and turned off his phone.

He tossed the phone carelessly onto the couch, then cupped Jocelyn’s face, kissing her lips tenderly.

Jocelyn put her hands against his chest, pushing him away, “What’s the point of this back-and-forth?”

“You’re the one who ditched me.” Melvin’s fingers gently traced her swollen lips, a hint of hurt in his puppy-dog eyes. “But I still want you.”

Hearing him lay it out so bluntly made her heart race.

Her breathing grew erratic, her mind in turmoil but still clinging to some semblance of sanity, “But you and Willow…”

“You were my first.” Melvin held her face, their foreheads touching, breath mingling. “I only want you.”

Jocelyn had to admit those words thrilled her, easily breaching her feigned indifference like they were nothing.

Even if they were just words of passion meant to release desire, she was all for it.

“I don’t like Willow,” Jocelyn took the chance to push her luck.

“If you don’t like her, don’t see her,” Melvin kissed the tip of her nose.

“I don’t want you to see her.”

“She’s signed a contract with my company,” Melvin’s hands were already exploring her waist, his breathing heavy. “She's just a business partner.”

His touch was like a branding iron, scorching her skin, boiling her blood.

Jocelyn maintained her wits amid his teasing. “But she wants you…”