Jocelyn's trashy talk made Melvin feel an urge to kill her.
She's really getting too big for her britches now.
Suddenly acting so rebellious, as if he's just an optional extra in her life.
"Got sick of me?" Melvin wasn't ticked off, just gave her an icy look.
"Yeah, fed up," Jocelyn taunted him, "How about we just go separate ways? You hang with Willow, while I'll find someone else. If it works out, we don't have to stick with each other anymore."
"I only wanna stay with you," Melvin could take a hit too, "If you ever cheat on me, I'll kill that guy first, then you."
The threat was laid out so boldly. The calmer he was, the more she couldn't doubt his words were legit.
He always had that vibe that made her believe he could walk the talk.
Jocelyn wasn't backing down either, "What about you? What's with you and Willow being all cozy? Who should I get to off first?"
Melvin narrowed his eyes, "Which eye of yours saw me getting cozy with her?"
"Then keep her out of my face," Jocelyn was dead set, "As long as you stay away from her, I'll believe there's nothing between you two."
Melvin furrowed his brow, while Jocelyn raised hers with a determined look.
Jocelyn was used to it anyway, she said nonchalantly, "If you can't, don't bother with me. They say dating without aiming for marriage is just messing around. I totally get that now."
"Jocelyn!" Her name was squeezed through his clenched teeth.
"Hmm?" Jocelyn's cold tone and expression finally ignited the man's fury.
Melvin squinted, "You'd better just be joking. Otherwise, I'll show you I'm serious either."
Jocelyn felt a chill inside, but kept up a brave front, "Cool. As long as you meet Willow or hit her up once, I'll find a guy to play with as well. After all, you're not gonna marry me. I'll end up sleeping with another man anyway."
"You…" Melvin was so furious.
Seeing his livid face, Jocelyn felt a rush of satisfaction, finally getting a leg up.
She flashed him a smile, "Since you like this bed so much, you can have it." With that, she turned around.
"Where are you going?"
"Home."
Jocelyn shut the door behind her, grabbed belongings and headed out.
She didn't believe Melvin would come after her, especially when he was practically in his skivvies.
For a guy like him, he had at least some sense of shame.
...
Jocelyn didn't go back home. She just checked into a nearby hotel.
She tried digging up dirt on Willow on the Internet, but the girl had been nothing but squeaky clean for the past two years, making it tough to find any clues.
Besides, anything already spilled online was old news.
Suddenly, she remembered that rumor about Willow getting smacked around in a hotel for flirting with a director and getting caught by his wife, landing in the hospital. But the comment box was buried by Willow's fans.
Finally she found that comment again after some digging and cautiously sent a private message to the poster.
To her surprise, that person responded quickly and even left a Facebook ID for her to add.
Jocelyn was a bit pumped, sent a friend request on Facebook and got accepted almost instantly.
Getting straight to the point, she screenshotted the comment and asked if it was true.
"It's true."
Jocelyn was buzzing. She immediately asked for a meet-up, and the poster agreed.
Jocelyn was in high spirits.
If she couldn't count on Melvin, she'd rely on herself.
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