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.”

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anything. I just think we both need some time to cool

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

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

up tonight? His tone was

pounding against her

steeled herself

moment before his lips twisted

a resounding thud, Jocelyn’s

as if venting Melvin’s rage and

Jocelyn bent over, hands on knees, gasping

and the man she had loved for more than three

night, Jocelyn slept like

tossing and turning all night like

She went about her classes and daily life as normal. When she wasn’t teaching, she’d hang out with colleagues, grabbing a

What’s he like? Give us the deets!’

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taking her love life seriously and

is loaded. He’s a knockout, driving cars worth millions, and

frowned at that. “Sure, he’s way wealthier, but

for someone in his league. Me? I’m a working class I’d barely scrape through his front door, let alone run the joint or call

sense. Those soap operas always show how rough it is to marry into wealth. And

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

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