The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 49

Jocelyn was dying to know how Melvin had figured out she was here.

Was it just a fluke, or was he tailing her?

"Sorry to burst your bubble as a detective," Jocelyn said as she walked past him.

Melvin reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her into him with a bit of force. He had a cigarette in his mouth, arm wrapped around her waist, squinting through the smoke like he’d been hit with tear gas, "Running off to where?"

"Home," Jocelyn said, her hand against his chest, "Bummed you didn’t catch me?"

Melvin knew she was miffed. He stamped out his cigarette under his shoe, "How about we go upstairs and get a room?"

"So, who spilled the beans?" Jocelyn fixed her gaze on him.

Their conversation was all over the place, but they got the mismatched vibe.

A sly grin played on Melvin’s lips, "Would you buy it if I said it was a coincidence?"

"Yeah, right," Jocelyn raised an eyebrow, "I'll believe anything you say."

"Bullshit."

Jocelyn tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but Melvin wasn't having any of it.

"What are you running from, really?"

"Going home to sleep."

"Let's go," Melvin said, opening the car door and nudging her.

Jocelyn resisted, "We're not going the same way."

"To my place or yours, same endgame – sleep," Melvin's eyes said it all, and Jocelyn thought he was crawling with eroticism.

"I'm not in the mood today."

"Because of that guy?" Melvin pinched her wrist, "Jocelyn, that’s bad."

Jocelyn glared at him, "Not sleeping with you and it's because of another guy?"

"What else? When a woman suddenly doesn't want to sleep with a man, nine times out of ten she's got someone else on her mind," Melvin put forth his theory as if it was rock solid.

Jocelyn rolled her eyes, then something caught her attention – a woman decked out to the nines but still sticking out like a sore thumb.

She tapped Melvin’s shoulder, "Hey, your old flame."

Melvin frowned at the mention, but the woman was giving him the eye.

He turned just in time to see Willow getting into a low-key Volkswagen, spotting someone inside when the door opened.

"You didn't come here for her, did you?" Jocelyn teased.

Melvin looked away, pushing her into the passenger seat, "Time to go home and sleep."

Jocelyn was shoved in, and he roughly buckled her in, warning, "Behave."

Jocelyn stared at him.

Melvin slammed the car door shut and walked around to the driver’s side, driving away.

There was some traffic, and they ended up next to the Volkswagen with Willow in the back. Jocelyn could barely make out a silhouette through the tinted windows.

"There's a guy with her," Jocelyn reported helpfully, "She didn't just pick some random dude after you turned her down, did she?"

Melvin shot her a glance, "Why don't you hop out and ask her?"

Jocelyn wrinkled her nose, "She's not my woman, why should I?"

"Is she mine?" Melvin shot back.

"Who knows!"

Melvin huffed, "Don't think this will make me forget you went into a hotel with another guy."

Jocelyn was speechless.

Melvin brought Jocelyn back to his place and pinned her against the door as soon as they entered, leaning in close, "What did you do with that guy? Why were you together?" He hadn't dared to ask in the car, afraid he might lose it and cause an accident.

It was an insistent ringtone, grating on the nerves of the two in their moment of pleasure.

Jocelyn pushed Melvin away, "Either answer it or turn it off."

Melvin swallowed hard as he got up to grab his pants off the floor, fishing out the phone with disgust. He glanced at the caller and hung up.

But after rejecting the call, he saw a message on Facebook saying, [Melvin, save me.]

He clicked in, it was a location.

Jocelyn, hearing no phone conversation, turned to see his face change.

"What's up?" Jocelyn asked, covering herself with a cushion, "Something wrong?"

Melvin redialed, but the phone was already off.

"I've got to step out for a sec," Melvin quickly dressed.

Jocelyn calmly asked, "Is it Willow?"

As soon as Melvin heard that name, he couldn't help but frown, "You go to sleep first."

No response, and that was that.

Jocelyn didn't say much more. After he left, she slowly got up, got dressed, tidied up her hair a bit, grabbed her stuff, and headed out the door.

She picked up some barbecue and beer from the market downstairs from her apartment, went home, turned on the TV, and munched on her midnight snack solo.

The variety show on TV was cracking her up, but even Jocelyn felt her laughter was half-hearted.

If you were to tell her Melvin had no feelings for Willow, she wouldn’t buy it.

While half-watching TV, she pulled out her phone and opened Twitter. With one refresh, she saw a trending topic: [Willow, face covered in blood, taken away by an ambulance.]

Jocelyn clicked in to see the picture. It wasn't very clear, but the ambulance was hard to miss.

Scrolling down, she found there was a video, just as blurry, but she recognized another person in it.