The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 9

"Why would I be angry?" Jocelyn shrugged off his hand and turned to face him, "I already know everything he said."

Melvin frowned, "Know what?"

"Our inability to part ways has nothing to do with love. So, I’m not angry."

Jocelyn truly wasn't angry. Instead of feeling angry, it was more like she could see things more clearly now.

Melvin squinted at her, "So you're saying you're cool with the way things are between us now?"

"Would you be standing here if I weren't?" Jocelyn thought about it; she liked Melvin, and since she couldn't let go, so be it.

A little fling never hurt anybody.

Melvin raised an eyebrow, surprised but pleased.

He lifted her up and plunked her onto the bar, tilting her chin up, "So what made you see the light all of a sudden? Spill."

Jocelyn lowered her long lashes, her cheeks turning a shade of pink as she locked eyes with him, "Because you're good in bed."

The moment she uttered those words, she saw the fiery look in Melvin's eyes, his Adam's apple moving in a hard swallow.

"Next time, when I'm ready to tie the knot, we're done for real," Jocelyn said with all sincerity.

She knew very well that the one she wanted to marry had always been him, from start to finish.

Melvin's gaze lingered on her rosy lips, his fingers gently stroking them, "That time you said you wanted to get married to some guy, that wasn't to get a rise out of me, was it?"

Jocelyn's eyes flitted about nervously, "If it's the right fit, I would consider it. Ah..."

Melvin, pinching her at her most tender spot, his peach blossom eyes glinting with a vengeful light, "You're playing with fire."

"Who knows, maybe you'll be the one wanting to get hitched first," Jocelyn said teasingly, her eyes brimming with spring and her face as lovely as a peach blossom.

Melvin really had a thing for her seductive charm, always able to snag his soul.

He toyed with her sensitive spot, watching the mistiness in her eyes, his throat working, "I'm never getting married in this lifetime. Swapping out women, now that's a possibility."

Jocelyn bit her lip, her voice sultry and soft, "How do you even have the audacity to say that?"

Such a playboy!

Melvin grasped her waist, "Then don't get married. I can keep you company for as long as you want to play."

Jocelyn bit down on his neck hard.

"Ouch..." Melvin hissed, "You trying to take a chunk out of me?"

Jocelyn didn't let go until she tasted something metallic in her mouth, then she finally backed off.

Seeing the bite mark on his neck, she felt a rush of satisfaction.

Facing his slightly reddened eyes, she couldn't help but smile smugly, "After all the good times, I've got to leave you with something to remember me by."

Melvin, still pinching her waist, his words through gritted teeth, "That possessive, huh?"

"Not allowed?"

"Allowed."

If it was about possessiveness, how could she ever outdo him?

Before Jocelyn could sense trouble, she was already hoisted over his shoulder.

Yep, hoisted.

In the bedroom, she was flung onto the bed, thankfully soft enough to cushion her fall.

...

Jocelyn was halfway through her class when her mom called.

They usually wouldn't disturb her at work unless it was urgent.

Stepping outside to take the call, her expression turned grim instantly.

"Sorry, guys, I have to take care of something. Continue with self-study."

After that, Jocelyn hurried out of the classroom.

Noticing her distress, Preston stealthily pulled out his hidden phone and shot Melvin a message.

Jocelyn hopped in a cab to the hospital and found Melvin there with her dad when she arrived at the ward.

They both turned at her entrance.

Surprised to see Melvin there, it was her father who approached her, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?"

Listening to her parents' conversation, Jocelyn felt conflicted.

After evening class, Jocelyn walked out of the school gates and saw Preston waiting.

"Don't worry, I won't be crashing at your place for supper," Preston said disdainfully, "I can make instant pasta myself."

"Then why don't you head back?"

"Are you alright?" Preston asked with a touch of arrogance, his eyes wandering elsewhere, "You look pale."

"I'm fine," Jocelyn said, puzzled, "Are you actually concerned about me?"

Preston huffed, "Don't flatter yourself. If the teacher's not feeling well, how can she teach well, and how can we rank first?"

Looking at his proud demeanor, Jocelyn chuckled, "You like Willow too, huh?"

"Who even likes her?" Preston slung his backpack over his shoulder, nose in the air, sneering, "She's just a phony."

"As long as you students clinch the top spot in our grade, I'll make sure you guys meet the goddess," Jocelyn cheered him on.

Preston rolled his eyes so hard. "Idiot," he muttered and took off.

Jocelyn was bewildered.

Why the heck was he cursing at her out of the blue? Did he even remember she's the teacher?

Returning home, she found Melvin was out on the balcony on a phone call.

She headed to the kitchen, whipped up a pizza, and brought it out just as Melvin came in.

"Do you want some?" Jocelyn offered.

Melvin leaned in with his mouth open.

She picked up a slice of pizza, and guided it towards his mouth.

He chomped down on half.

Jocelyn waited for him to finish, "Thanks for today, by the way."

Melvin went for the other half, chewing and talking, "Eat up, so you can properly thank me later."

Jocelyn felt like his head wasn't filled with brains, but with raging hormones.