The Unwilling CEO's Love Game

Most wars between two women were over a man.

Jocelyn had never been a softie, and she was somewhat possessive of what was hers, especially her man.

At least for now, Melvin was still her man, so why should she give a hoot about Willow's feelings?

Willow had shown her true colors, all ambition and challenge, in Jocelyn's face. And how could she not respond when Willow had already called for war? Melvin stared at Jocelyn's seemingly harmless, alluring face, disdainful of engaging in any rivalry between women, whether it was veiled or direct.

"She needs rest," Melvin told Jocelyn, "You've made your point."

That's code for 'hit the road'.

Willow couldn't hide the smug smile in her eyes.

See, Melvin's got her back.

Jocelyn had to admit that it stung. She stood up, boldly grabbed Melvin's hand, her fingers forcefully interlacing with his, leaned in and kissed him, her voice dripping with seduction, "Come home early tonight."

Having said that, she didn't wait to gauge Melvin's mood, turned around and waved at Willow who was glaring, "Get well soon, Willow. Catch you later."

As soon as the door closed, Jocelyn's smile faded.

At the door, Jocelyn bumped into Zephyr, holding a fruit basket. They locked eyes, and Zephyr was the first to crack an awkward smile. "Jocelyn, what are the odds?" "Yep." Jocelyn asked him, "You here to see Willow?"

"Ah, yeah, that's right." Zephyr, aware of the dynamic between Jocelyn and Melvin, was feeling pretty awkward since he's the one who called Melvin over, so...

Jocelyn smiled. "Melvin and Willow are in the room right now. Maybe swing by later?"

Zephyr was clueless.

Jocelyn walked past him without another word.

Zephyr turned to watch Jocelyn walk away. Was she giving Melvin and Willow some alone time? That seemed awfully generous.

Meanwhile, Willow's eyes were misty, but her face held a contented smile.

Melvin sat on the sofa, legs crossed, constantly checking the time, clearly impatient.

"Are you serious with Jocelyn?" Willow looked at him.

Melvin's well-defined fingers were clasped on his thigh, his eyes indifferent. "Serious? What does that mean?"

"Are you in love with her?" Willow's voice trembled slightly.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Willow got a bit agitated. "How can it not matter to me? Back then, I did it for my career, for our future, so..."

"Willow." Melvin cut her off, "Let's not talk about the past."

Willow clenched her fists. "Do you love her?"

Silence.

"And do you still love me, Melvin?"

Willow's pressing made Melvin frown in displeasure.

Seeing his silence, hope sparked in Willow's eyes as she asked, "You still have feelings for me, right? Otherwise, why have you never acknowledged Jocelyn as your girlfriend? You've never even taken her to meet your friends. Melvin, I don't care how long you've been with her. Can you break up with her?" Willow's eyes were filled with hope, her tone pleading.

Melvin stared at her for a long while, his silence accelerating Willow's heartbeat.

Then he suddenly stood up, walked to the door, and there was Zephyr, on the other side.

Zephyr certainly did not expect Melvin to open the door so abruptly; he swore he'd heard nothing, just heeding Jocelyn's hint to not barge in.

"Hey, are you leaving?" Zephyr called out to Melvin's retreating, aloof figure, "Lunch together?"

Melvin ignored him.

With a sigh, Zephyr walked into the room and asked, "What were you talking about?"

He jumped when his gaze fell on Willow, "Why are you crying?" He quickly set down the fruit basket and handed her a tissue.

Willow took the tissue, choking up, "Does he hate me?"

"Huh?" Zephyr was puzzled, "Why would he hate you? If he did, he wouldn't be thinking about collaborating with you."

Willow took a deep breath, "But his attitude towards me..."

Zephyr tried to soothe her, "That's just how he is with everyone. Don't overthink it. And, don't rush things. You're back now, and there's plenty of time."

"If he didn't have another woman, I wouldn't be in such a hurry." Willow sniffed, deflated, "That woman, she's been with him for three years."

Zephyr didn't have much to say on that matter.

Friends for years, he too couldn't figure out what Melvin's deal with Jocelyn was.

To say that he liked her, Melvin never brought her around to meet his friends, let alone share a meal. Yet, he's been with Jocelyn for three years, going on four. Even a pet cat or dog would grow on you, let alone a woman you sleep with every day.

Who knows what's going on in his head?

Stepping out of the hospital, Melvin instantly spotted Jocelyn by his car. No matter how plain her clothes, she seemed to have a halo, always catching his eye. Jocelyn was kicking a pebble around, just wondering how much longer Melvin could hang out there.

Shiny shoes entered her view; she looked up, right into those inscrutable eyes.

She smiled at him and said, "That was quick."

Melvin knew her game, opening the car door. "You've revealed your ambitions."

Jocelyn hesitated getting into the car, then slipped into the passenger seat and shut the door, buckling up. "Ambitions? What ambitions could I possibly have?" "Jocelyn, I don't like these little games you play," Melvin said calmly as he drove.

Jocelyn gripped the seat belt tightly, taking a deep breath. "I guess I'm not that generous."

"This is my normal social life." Melvin glanced at her. "There's gonna be a lot more of this kind of thing to come. You gonna butt in every time?"

Jocelyn was already feeling pretty lousy inside.

Anyone else was fine, but not Willow.

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"So what you're saying is, I should just turn a blind eye, right?" Jocelyn looked at him. "My boyfriend is meeting up with a woman who's not only got the hots for him but has also come right up to my face and declared she's gonna steal my man, and I'm supposed to act like it doesn't faze me. Is that what you mean?"

Melvin frowned tightly.

Jocelyn took a deep breath and asked him, feeling rather dejected, "In the end, I have no right to be jealous, right?"

"I don't like being controlled," Melvin stated coolly. "Nor being followed."

Jocelyn was so mad she actually laughed.

Suddenly, she felt like anything she said was superfluous. In the end, she had no right to question anything about him.

It had always been her, reading too much into things, misunderstanding his intentions.

Their so-called relationship only existed when it was just the two of them.

"Fine. Pull over, please."

"Don't make a scene." Melvin shot her a look. "You're an adult, so act like one."

Jocelyn had already unbuckled her seat belt, her tone steady, "I'm perfectly calm. It's my fault. I shouldn't have intruded. Please pull over. I'm getting out."

Melvin narrowed his eyes but still pulled the car over.

Jocelyn pushed the door open, stepped out, and walked away without looking back, slamming the car door behind her.