The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 151

Melvin’s blood boiled at Jocelyn’s words..

Gripping her hand, he marched her towards the inn she had pointed out. Reaching the reception desk, he slapped down his driver’s license and demanded, “Room for two, now!”

The inn owner was a middle-aged woman with a kindly face She was clearly taken aback by his fury. Her concerned gaze shifted to Jocelyn, whose scent of booze was faint but noticeable. She couldn’t help but ask, “Honey, are you… are you sure about this?”

Jocelyn flashed the owner a wobbly smile, “Yeah.”

The owner was uneasy Something seemed unnatural, especially with this man who didn’t look like any regular Joe, bringing a girl to a place like this. And the aggression in his stance was terrifying.

After registration, the owner handed over a key card and told them the room number.

With Jocelyn in tow, Melvin stormed upstairs. Finding the room, he swiped the card and the lights flickered on.

As he turned and pinned Jocelyn against the wall, leaning in to kiss her, she closed her eyes. But her tense body betrayed her reluctance

Melvin inhaled deeply and crashed his fist against the wall behind her. She shuddered at his reaction. Her eyelids were fluttering.

“Who the hell are you trying to punish here?” Melvin growled through clenched teeth.

Slowly, Jocelyn opened her eyes to meet his rage, “You said it yourself, living for the moment, right?”

Silence hung heavily as Melvin struggled with a surge of bile in his throat. Looking into her clear eyes, he had an overwhelming urge to ravage her.

The standoff continued until Melvin finally released her.

Jocelyn’s heart, which had been hammering in her chest, slowed. “Changed your mind? Then I’m leaving,” she said coolly and pushed him away.

She opened the door and stepped out. Her buzz had completely gone.

Melvin hadn’t stopped her, which meant he was well sober. They both perfectly knew that forced affection brought no joy.

Descending the stairs, Jocelyn encountered the baffled owner.

“That was quick?”

With a nonchalant smile, Jocelyn quipped, “He couldn’t cut it.”

The owner was speechless.

The handsome young man who seemed quite robust, couldn’t cut it?

What a pity, she thought.

Melvin ground his teeth in anger as he heard Jocelyn’s comment,.

Jocelyn had already left the inn. Melvin slammed the key card on the counter, “I want my deposit back!”

The owner quickly complied, but couldn’t resist asking, “Sweetle, I know a great therapist. He might help with your… situation.”

Melvin shot her a venomous look, “Mind your own business.”

“Hey, you.” The owner muttered as Melvin stormed out, “Kids these days, can’t handle the truth, huh?”

Outside, Melvin caught up with Jocelyn. She turned to see him dark as a thundercloud – no man takes kindly

to insinuations about his prowess.

Despite the embarrassing scene, Jocelyn felt oddly refreshed.

“You get a kick out of humiliating me?” Melvin fumed.

Her step was light. “Yeah.”

“You…”

Jocelyn spared no thought for his feelings, “Melvin, do you find this amusing? It’s a torture for both of us, isn’t it?”

“I think it’s good, Melvin shot back, unabashed. “You make my life hell, and I’ll make yours hell”

“Destined to be alone together?”

“With me, you won’t be alone.”

She chuckled, “That almost makes sense.”

“Unless I’m dead, you’ll never get rid of me. Forget about marrying anyone else.” His intentions were bare and unapologetic.

Jocelyn paused. That’s pretty shameless.” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“What I can’t have, nobody else will,” Melvin stated plainly.

“So you mean if we can’t be lovers, we’ll be enemies. Fine. I’ll go away as far as I could, satisfied?” she said matter-of-factly.

Melvin scoffed, “I’ll find you wherever you go. You’ll never have peace.”

She felt suffocated by his words, not doubting for a second he meant them.

“So, I might as well die,” Jocelyn countered, not backing down.

Melvin’s brow furrowed, “Say that again.”

“Seriously, if I can’t escape, the only way out is death,” Jocelyn said. “You can’t control whether I live or die, can you?”

He snorted, “You’ve got some nerve. You’d throw away your life for me? And what about your parents?”

She kept walking, tone even, “I can’t look out for them if you’re haunting me, making our lives miserable. In the end, whatever happens to my family, it’s all your fault.”

They bickered like kids, unable to escalate but unable to let go either.

“Then stay with me,” Melvin stopped and shouted, “I’ll be fine, and you’ll be fine too.”

Jocelyn halted, the pain in her chest growing with his words. She turned to face him and cast a sad smile. “Let’s just leave it at this.”

“At this? What’s this?” Melvin didn’t understand.

She glanced at the space between them, continued, “At this distance. If you want me to live well, we can say h when we meet. If I’m a thorn in your side and you want me miserable, I’ll oblige”

“What nonsense are you spouting?” he barked.

Smiling faintly, Jocelyn replied, “Melvin, you can’t just harass me because I love you. I’m not after a fling -1 want a lifetime. Call me old-fashioned, but I want to marry the man I love, to be his wife through thick and thin, in sickness and in health. I want to be the closest person to him.”

“But I wasn’t even a girlfriend to you. Have you ever considered what I meant to you during all these years? Jocelyn wasn’t crying. Her voice was calm and steady

Love is a tangled web, isn’t it? It wraps around you because it’s full of emotion. You can’t escape unless you let go of your feelings.

She felt that Melvin had never understood. He had no idea what he truly wanted. To him, she had become like an old sweatshirt, worn but comfortable. And when that sweatshirt was suddenly slipping away, it was panic that gripped him, not loss.

But she had seen the light. Since she couldn’t have what she wanted, she decided it was no use clinging to a unachievable dream.

Sure, she couldn’t just snap her fingers and erase him from her heart, but she was determined. As long as she kept trying, she would succeed one day.

Watching Melvin, she was speechless and lost. She gave a small shrug and a chuckle. “You see, you don’t even know what I am to you, do you? Back then, I swooped in when you and Willow were apart for a break. Now that she’s back, it’s time for you to go back to her. What’s stolen never lasts. Really, I’ve had more than my fair share of luck. I should be content.”

“Melvin, let me go,” Jocelyn’s voice was soft, with a gentle plea woven through it, “I’m just an ordinary woman, longing for a simple and ordinary life. There’s no need for us to be entwined in this mess any longer. Don’t you think so?”