Forrest

MEGAN

THE STOIC looked was back on Forrest’s face. A frown deepened even more as I tried to get his attention. I just wanted to apologize, but my chance was starting to slip off my fingers when he gave me the cold shoulder. I didn’t think he would give me a chance after what I pulled out the other night. I thought I could talk to him to keep what happened just between us because I couldn’t let my friends know about it.

He left right away after placing my drink and took another order from a socialite-ish woman two stools from my left. Forrest never flirted back with the customers, but this time was different, and it annoyed me. What was he trying to pursue? Fine. Have it your way.

Oh, no! No freaking way! This was unacceptable! What’s so special with that woman anyway?

I could feel something shifted in me as I watched them interacted with one another, and I wanted to claw this woman’s eyes out so bad, not to mention my stupid chest constricted painfully.

“Another, please?” I placed down another bill with the fifty bucks I grabbed from Forrest earlier. I dawned my drink in a single shot. Dice eyed me with curiosity.

“You might wanna slow down.” Dice took the cash, still wearing the incredulous look on his face.

“The hell I will. I’m losing.” I glared at him.

Customers were in and out of the bar. I was left alone with the socialite-ish and the woman in a red dress that separated us, and she was still on the same drink Forrest placed down for almost two hours now. Was she going with him after his shift? Why did I care?

If Pyke and Xandry were right, he never brought women home unless they were lying to keep his record clean. Right now something changed in his game, and I was beyond pissed that I wanted to punch his brooding face. This couldn’t be happening. Gah, I can’t believe he has a low taste in women! Low taste, huh? Her dress only cost a quarter year rent for my apartment.

Bartenders and waitstaff were busy. Forrest never came back to take another order from me. He was avoiding my existence to the next level. What was his problem with me? He was the one who provoked that douchebag in the first place.

“Asher, I thought you left,” I said as I rolled my window down.

He leaned in and smiled apologetically. “I just wanna apologize.”

I got out of my car and fixed my dress as it rode up a few inches above my knees and smiled at him. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

“Yeah. About that dude. Are you two sleeping together?” Wow! That was the last thing for a man to ever ask a woman who wanted a hook-up.

I shook my head, confused. “No. He’s kinda overprotective over friends.”

“Just friends, huh?”

I could feel my face lit up that he kept it cool. “Yeah, and I don’t sleep with friends. Ever. Forrest doesn’t date, and I doubt if he even sleeps around.”

“I don’t see him as a saint either, but you seem to know him well.”

“I’ve known him for almost two years. I mean we don’t chitchat, but Forrest doesn’t mess around with anyone. My friends kinda adore him. He’s a good guy.”

“And here I thought you two have a thing because he just humiliated me in the bar to send me a message.” His face suddenly darkened.

“I don’t think he meant it that way.” I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the chill run down my spine.

both shouldn’t have messed with me.

throat. I tried to loosen his grip as he tightened around my jaw, causing my teeth to chatter. My limbs shook uncontrollably, and I couldn’t think

“Did you understand

my greatest fear was threatened to hit me

was racing, nearly exploding in my chest. As much as I tried to gasp and expel my breath, fear already conquered me, consuming me. And in just a snap, a smack hit my cheek. The stong impact had my head snapped to the side, stumbling me against my car. My hand flew to my

that’s enough for him to get my message, bitch!” He quickly turned around and left me shocked, humiliated, and resentful.

had just happened? All I could think at this moment was how weak, useless, pathetic, and helpless

“Megan?”

was about to slip off the stool. I frowned to see the worry and pain plastered all over his face.

was offering me a tissue, and I didn’t know why until I

Way to shut off my feelings for years, yet here I was, in just a little attention he gave, they shattered to pieces. What a pathetic

off

***

“What brings you back, Megan?”

since my last visit, but this place had been the same—the same warm ambiance, shelves filled with books, white orchid at the corner. A couple of framed certificates on the wall. A new set of couch though, a coffee table with the latest magazine issues, underneath was a white rag.

makeup face on the therapist

know why I am here.”

bothering you

I a slut?”

brow lifted. “What made you say that?”

“I was constantly violated.”

a slut, Megan. You’re an attractive young

a right to get what they want. I hated it when I was too weak to even fight back. Do I need to enroll in a self-defense class? Men are domineering dicks! They think they’re invincible that

what you need is to set a limit.”

I should choose one man I sleep with,” I added.

Invest your time knowing each other,

man. I don’t date anymore. I would just end up getting hurt when he found out what I did.” I blinked as

lucky to be with you. You’re a wonderful person. Not most men judge women on her past relationship, her lifestyle,

and I want you to be honest with me.” I left my old shrink and chose her instead because I trusted her more than anyone, and it was easy for me to open

me when she was still in college. She was like my best friend before

doing that to yourself. I know, dealing with your feelings is not your strong suit right now, but that’s why I

“I don’t think—”

looked up and bit her lip. “I’m glad to see you again. How have

as my mother was when I was still in college. I couldn’t see her blaming herself for what happened to me, to

dinner with me.”

I shook my head. “I need to find

crossed her face. I felt terrible

am fired.”

“My receptionist is due in the next two weeks. I