FULL NOVELXO Chapter 7
Jocelyn remained unyielding.
As Melvin kissed her lips, his breathing heavy, "Don't push me."
"Do you really want to keep things this way with me forever?" Jocelyn tried to keep her cool.
Melvin's hands roamed over her body, masterfully taking control, "Forever' works for me."
Early in her period, she was too touchy to resist.
That volcanic rush of sensation had her shamefully squeezing her legs together; he knew just how to get her going.
"What am I to you without a name, without a status?" Jocelyn was losing her mind, probably because she hadn't worked out in a while, and her desires were easily stirred by him. A lifetime was indeed tempting.
Melvin bit through the thin nightgown, and upon hearing her gasp, he looked up proudly at her misty eyes, "Why do we need a name or label? We're in sync and life's good; isn't that enough?" He was so bad.
Bad enough to leave Jocelyn at a loss for words.
She had even convinced herself that his good stamina and skills were a point in his favor.
In the adult world, that really mattered.
"I want a real relationship, marriage, and kids," Jocelyn said with a fast-beating heart, "If you can't give me those, then stop leading me on."
Melvin took her hand and placed it on his lower half, his voice rough, "You know you're the one who really turns me on."
Jocelyn's breath was erratic. She wanted to pull away but was held down firmly.
"You love me, and I'm with you, isn't that what you want?" Melvin's seductive voice was magnetic.
She loved him, and he knew it all too well.
It was because of this unfair love that he dared to toy with her.
A moment of clarity pierced Jocelyn's muddled thoughts, "What about you? Do you love me?"
Melvin held her hand, "If I'm all fired up just for you, doesn't that mean you're the one for me?"
Never saying love, that was Melvin.
Jocelyn knew that tonight, without making a move, there would be no end. Her grip tightened, her palm burning, "After tonight, I won't love you anymore."
Melvin had already closed his eyes in contentment, holding her hand as if undergoing physical therapy, swallowing hard, and making a sound that could make one blush, "We'll talk after tonight." See how confident he is.
In his eyes, Jocelyn would never be able to let go completely.
Even if she was determined, there would be a process.
And that process was his opportunity.
Half an hour later, Melvin dragged Jocelyn to wash her hands, "It's been a while since I've bothered you."
Jocelyn could barely lift her arms; thankful she didn't have work the next day.
"I'm going to take a shower," Melvin said, stripping off his pants with a look of disdain.
Before closing the door, he pointed at the durian on the table, "Eat it up quickly."
Jocelyn had no appetite, her body all limp. She headed to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.
Soon, Melvin entered, stark naked, and slipped under the covers beside her.
Jocelyn turned her head to glance at him, "Aren't you leaving?"
Melvin naturally slipped his arm under her head and hugged her shoulder, closing his eyes, "You want me to leave naked?"
"That's your problem," Jocelyn didn't want this endless cycle, so she tried to pull away from his embrace.
But before she could move, he hugged her from behind, his voice sleepy, "Be good, stop fussing. Let's sleep.”
His intimate tone was like a lover's whisper, stirring deep inside her.
Jocelyn resisted, but she was tired too, and eventually gave in.
The next morning, Jocelyn woke up to those deep, affectionate peach blossom eyes.
She wanted to get up, but he flipped her beneath him.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm moving in today," Melvin said softly, fixing her hair, "Let's pretend nothing happened this past month." Jocelyn, feeling sore, didn't have the energy to discuss this, "Move. I need to use the bathroom."
"If you agree, I'll move."
"If I wet the bed sheet, it's on you," Jocelyn said without a hint of embarrassment.
It was like a volcanic eruption down there the first couple of days; just a move would be a floodgate.
Melvin frowned but rolled off to let her up.
Jocelyn had no appetite, just sipped some warmed-up milk and curled up in bed again.
Melvin glanced at her, then slid his hand under the covers to her abdomen, gently massaging, "I've heard that women don't get menstrual cramps after having kids." Jocelyn looked at him lazily, "With you?"
"Dream on."
Jocelyn removed his hand, "You can go now."
Melvin immediately got up, left the bedroom, and then she heard the door close.
Did he just leave naked?
But then, she felt a bit hollow inside as he left so compliantly.
Was it the pain or something else that made her tears soak the pillow?
When she woke up again, there was Melvin, dressed in a casual white top and black bottoms, sitting at her vanity, arms crossed, legs propped up, giving her a cocky eyebrow raise.
He had left, hadn't he?
How did he get back in?
"You were talking in your sleep," Melvin grinned, smug and handsome.
Jocelyn was clueless.
"You said, 'Melvin, I want." His smile deepened.
Jocelyn's face turned beet red.
Impossible!
She never talked in her sleep. He was playing her.
Melvin stood up, walked over to the bed, and looked down at her, "Aren't you hungry? Get up, and I'll take you out to eat breakfast."
Originally, Jocelyn didn't want to deal with him, but he yanked the covers away as soon as she pulled them over her head.
"Do you want me to dress you, or should I just carry you out like this, Jocelyn?"
"Can't you go to eat by yourself?"
"No."
Melvin yanked some clothes from the closet and tossed them on the bed, signaling her to change.
Jocelyn saw his clothes already hanging in the wardrobe, and her heart felt troubled.
On a hot day, Melvin wrapped her in a coat.
Too tired to argue, she let him push her into the car, and he floored the gas pedal, speeding away.
As soon as they got out of the car, she ran into a colleague who was shocked to see her stepping out of a luxury car worth millions.
After all, at school, aside from her beauty and knack for managing students, she was exceptionally discreet.
"Jocelyn, out for lunch?" The colleague greeted her and then caught sight of the man getting out of the driver's seat, eyes shining even brighter.
Such a handsome man!
Jocelyn smiled and nodded, "Have you all eaten already, Freya?"
"Uh-huh. It's the weekend, and my hubby happens to be free, so we're planning to hit the town after lunch. And this is?" Freya said with a mischievous smile, playfully winking at Jocelyn.
Jocelyn glanced at the man who had walked up beside her and said, "Oh, my ride-share driver."
Melvin was left speechless.
Freya paused, then let out an awkward chuckle.
...
Jocelyn sipped her soup, feeling a cozy warmth in her belly, which perked her up a bit.
Melvin lazily watched her, amused. She was the one who didn't want to go out to eat, and yet she was the one digging in with the most gusto.
"Ride-share driver?" Melvin's voice rose teasingly, with a playful glint in his eye, "You're quite something."
Jocelyn looked up at him. "What else then? Boyfriend?"
Melvin took out a cigarette, fished for his lighter, then thought better of it and set it aside. He grabbed Jocelyn's soup bowl and took a big gulp, "I suppose I could suffer through being your boyfriend." Jocelyn was momentarily taken aback, watching him pick up some food without looking at her, feeling a strange kind of discomfort.