The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

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Chapter 38
Ursula got the hint and buzzed off first.
“Sorry, didn’t realize you’d be back so early, so...” Jocelyn felt she had to clear the air, given that she cared about keeping their
thing under wraps.
Melvin asked her, “What do you fancy eating? I’ll have someone bring it over.”
Jocelyn went with, “Whatever.”
While Melvin peeled off his jacket and dialed for food, he looked pretty sharp in a white shirt, giving off more gentleness.
“When do you head back?” Jocelyn waited until he put the phone down to pop the question.
Melvin took a seat on the couch and patted his thigh, signaling her to hop on.
They’ve already been through the sex, so there is no need to be shy.
Jocelyn straddled his lap, reaching for his Adam’s apple, and noticed the love bite there turning a shade darker.
“When do you wanna head back? Melvin wrapped an arm around her waist, the other sprawled on the back of the sofa. With his
chin tilting up, he looked both enticing and tempting.
Jocelyn had already slipped her hands under his shirt, “I was planning to play around for five days.”
Melvin frowned. He was only in town for business, which would be finished in a quick three days.
“If you’ve got stuff to do, go ahead,” Jocelyn didn’t hold back like some girls, asking him to stick around.
She knew well that better company here didn’t hold a candle to being home.
But right now, she wasn’t in the mood to head back.
Melvin enjoyed her hands wandering under his shirt, sweeping over the marks he’d left on her with lazy eyes, “What’s the fun in
going out with these kiss marks?”
“That’s my business, Jocelyn shot back, playing the rebel..

Melvin fished out her restless hand, “You sure you won’t come with me?”
“Nope,” Jocelyn was firm in her rejection.
“Where am I gonna stay then?”
“You’re not homeless, Jocelyn pointed out, “No need to crash at mine anymore.”
Melvin squinted, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Ain’t it exhausting to come and go?” Jocelyn laid it out straight.
Melvin leaned back against the sofa, “You never kicked me out before, what’s wrong with you now?”
“I’ve grown up, Jocelyn flashed him a teasing, insincere smile.
Melvin eyed her, sensing she’d changed a lot this time. In bed, she was as fiery as ever, totally in sync with him. But her attitude

was cooler and more indifferent. She seemed to just want a sexual relationship with him.
“Not living together?”
“Yep.
Melvin pursed his lips, finding no trace of longing or hesitation on her face, and suddenly felt uneasy.
She was right there in his arms, yet she seemed miles away.
‘What are you staring at me for?” Jocelyn held her face, “I have something on my face?”
“I don’t want to leave, Melvin admitted, unsure what changes were in store after he left. But he could feel she didnt depend on
him like before.
Jocelyn laughed, “I’m that irresistible and even make you ditch work?”
“Yeah,” Melvin held her close, with his gaze falling on her lips where a bruise bloomed like a weathered petal, adding an exotic
charm to Jocelyn.
He leaned in, kissing her gently there. With affection and passion in his eyes, Melvin barely parted his lips, murmuring with
utmost sincerity, “I want you.”

Jocelyn was seduced by that look.
Her heart fluttered under his gaze. A few more glances seemed to get her pregnant.
Their intimacy was stirring, tugging at her heartstrings.
She swallowed hard, with her eyes darting away, “I’m hungry.”
Right on cue, the waiter knocked, delivering food.
Jocelyn breathed a sigh of relief. Truth be told, she was a bit overwhelmed. Melvin was relentless with permanent energy. The
moment she’d barely recovered her strength, he wanted to have sex again.
If this continued without a stop, she feared he might just drain her.
A spread of seafood cooked in all sorts of ways lay before her. After polishing off a few scallops with garlic vermicelli and sipping
some rich clam soup, she felt pretty full.
Melvin picked out the lobster meat for her, “Eat some more.”
“I’m kinda full.”
“Need to keep your strength up.”
Jocelyn inhaled sharply at Melvin’s earnest look.
Just as she took the plate, his phone rang.
She instinctively thought it was Willow, but his expression said otherwise.
After answering, Melvin darkened his face, “I’ll be right there.”
“What’s up?” Jocelyn noted his troubled look.
“Willow was harassed and got into a fight, and now she’s at the station,” Melvin grabbed his coat, “Gotta check it out.”

Jocelyn nodded and didn’t offer to come along to see her enemy.
Melvin paused at the door, turning back to tell her, “Eat up.”Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

Jocelyn had no reply
Staring at the feast, Jocelyn lost her appetite but still ate the lobster he’d picked for her.
After calling the waiter to clear up, she sat alone on the balcony, comforted by the sea breeze.
She thought of calling Melvin a few times but held back.
Letting go was a way of being kind to herself.
Coming to terms with it. Jocelyn should seize the day, instead of fussing over an identity.
A watched pot never boils.
By bedtime, Melvin hadn’t returned.
She didn’t toss and tum like before. When her phone tired her out, she just slept.
The next morning, Ursula sent Jocelyn a Facebook message which was a Twitter post.
National sweetheart beat up a sleazy guy late at night, and her mystery boyfriend accompanied her to the station.
crutinized the content. The photo was blurry, but it was clear the woman was Willow, the man Melvin
Seeing them together hurt her a bit.
Jocelyn knew this was how it would play out. Maybe they would be more intimate in a car or behind closed doors. Her jealousy
was soaring.
[What’s the deal?] Ursula’s voice message came through.
Jocelyn took a deep breath and replied simply. [They’re friends.]
Ursula didn’t pry further.
Checking out the kiss marks on her neck, Jocelyn found they’d faded a bit. A touch of concealer should do the trick for her to
sneak out the door.

She slipped into some white wide-leg pants, layered a camisole under her top, and threw on a sun-protective shirt. Cascading
her hair down over her chest made a difference in hiding the marks.
She hit up Ursula to head out.
Ursula scoped out her getup and nodded, “Not bad. Nobody can tell those marks.”
“Come on! Where do you want to go?” Jocelyn was itching to clear her head to ditch the trouble.
Ursula got the hint and knew what was up.
“Far or near, Jocelyn?
“Farther. Heck, I’m cool with not coming back tonight.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
They hailed a cab right off the curb and zoomed away from the resort.
Once they hit the town, Jocelyn was all about snapping photos with her phone, taking Ursula some killer shots too.
Over food, they swapped their photo haul and picked a few gems to tweet out.
Jocelyn dropped a pin on her location.
But the moment her tweet went live, Melvin’s call buzzed in.