Chapter 28

Jocelyn stopped in her tracks, not bothering to look back

“Come on, there’s a limit to making a scene.” Melvin was sure she was just making a scene. He had already explained himself. What more did she want from him?

Jocelyn took a deep breath feeling more pathetic and ridiculous by the second.

In his eyes, she was just being a drama queen because she wanted more Yep, to him, she was totally overreacting.

And he had already stooped to coax her, so she should’ve taken the hint and quit while she was ahead.

It used to be the same old story she’d get mad he’d sweet talk her a bit, and she’d drop it all.

Truth be told, back then she kinda liked being coaxed by him because it felt like he actually cared, like she mattered to

him

But thinking it over now, it all seemed like just going through the motions without ever wondering why. She couldn’t even tell if he meant any of it. Or was it just sweet talk to get her into bed and then back to business as usual?

“I’m beat. Let’s go home Melvin said, moving in to grab her hand and pull her towards the apartment building.

Jocelyn stood her ground.

Melvin turned around, his patience obviously wearing thin.

Jocelyn gently wriggled her hand free. “You should go back to your place.”

unbuttoned

“I don’t want anything. I just think we both need some time to cool off. Give it some thought whats the point of us going on like this?”

pressed his lips together and looked at her coldly without saying anything. That calm before the storm sent a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine

but man, he had a way of making her knees buckle with just

me come up tonight? His tone was

heart was racing, each beat pounding against her chest, pressuring her

steeled herself

stared at her for a long moment before his lips twisted into

a resounding thud, Jocelyn’s anxiety

as if venting Melvin’s

over, hands on knees, gasping for

it. She and the man she had loved for more

slept like

out, tossing and turning all night like the one before, but instead, she

a cuppa or hitting the shops, cooking at home when she felt

Did you say yes? What’s he

each other. I turned him down?

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her love life

family is loaded. He’s a knockout, driving cars worth millions, and wearing designer labels head

“Sure, he’s way wealthier, but it’s

league. Me? I’m a working class I’d barely scrape through his front door, let alone run the joint or call the shots. I’d always be second best. It might

into wealth. And those monster-in-laws? Plus, look

“Exactly. So let’s not bother with Mr. Too

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