Forrest

FORREST

What the fuck?

I COULDN’T understand why she loved watching a movie so dreary. The plot was cliché. It was about a woman with a colorful sense of fashion who fell in love with a guy that she met before she knew he was the CEO of the company where she worked. I could appreciate reading than watching it because the acting was awful. I gave credit to the girl though, besides having real tits, her eyes were striking blue, but man, the guy was a fucker.

I tried hard to be a normal person beside Megan, but I couldn’t just laugh with her. It was her who I was amused with. I held a groan most of the time—her excitement caused me a little discomfort—knowing that it was her hand touching my thigh and gripping my arm as she thought it was the exciting moment in the movie, and my little fucker was partying in his cage. Great! My inner goodness had been tested quite a lot lately.

When the main characters shared their passionate kiss and the intimate scene rolled, I averted my attention like a virgin. Fucktastic! My dumb brain, my stupid heart, and even my pesty cock were ecstatic to the thought that I and Megan were in that movie. It was annoying and stupid! What have I gotten myself into?

She bumped her arm against mine when the credits rolled, grinning, eyes sparkled mischievously. “I know you didn’t enjoy the movie.”

I shrugged. “It was okay.”

“Why didn’t you tell me to watch another movie instead?”

“It was your choice, and it was really okay with me.”

She gripped my arm and smiled. “Most men argued about what to watch. They thought rom-com is absurd and the ending is unrealistic.” Well, they’re right, but I don’t want to spoil your moments.

“Then you should know by now that I am not one of most men. Most action movies are unrealistic as well. Imagine punching ten villain’s sidekicks, escaping from the raining bullets, jumping from rooftop to another, never get a sprain, and the hero remained unscathed other than a small cut on his forehead at the end of the movie.”

She laughed. “Thanks for coming over, Forrest. I really appreciate your company.”

“Don’t get used to it.” Fuck! Did I just say that out loud?

“Of course, I should be.” She laughed even more and widened her eyes. “We’re friends now, right?”

I stared at her, and she was beautiful. She always took my breath away. Her small nose was perfect for her small face. Her ruby lips were spread into a smile, and she had a cleft chin that added to the features I liked in her. For more than a year, she never changed her hairstyle, other than curling it or changing hair colors, but she still looked beautiful in my eyes even she was at her lows.

Her pupils suddenly reacted, and the satiny looked lips parted. I realized I’d been checking her out. We were alone in her apartment, our faces were merely a few inches apart, her hot breath was fanning my face, promising me a delicious taste of her succulent lips, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, hear the thundering of my heart, and my skin crawling in anticipation.

Still burning with desire, I stood up and took a deep breath. My nerves were still buzzing. “I should go. It’s late.”

“Do I get to see you again?”

I looked down at her again then grabbed my jacket. “It’s a small world, Megan. You know where to find me. So, Yes.”

“Let me walk you out.”

“Don’t you girls usually meet every weekend?” I asked nonchalantly as she led the way to her door.

“They’re all busy. We still meet though, but not like before.”

When I reached the door, I faced her. “Would you mind me asking how did you get the nosebleed?”

She looked away. And my guilt cut in deep. I didn’t know why I had to open my fucking mouth. What I did was stupid and I ended up hurting her when my only intention was to keep her away from that knucklehead.

“Megan, I am not a good friend, not even close, and I can’t promise to protect you because I can’t even protect myself, but I hate to see women being hurt especially when I was there and couldn’t do anything.”

never dated because you don’t have the gut to rip the band-aid off

eyebrows met. “What made you think I don’t

women in your lair or you don’t date. With this look, I am sure you’re not a virgin anymore. So, either you have a secret girlfriend or you’re itchy about commitment. That

guys

grinned instead of feeling guilty. “Well, duh. Of course. We thought you’re hot and sexy even though you brood most of the time.”

“I prefer to keep my personal life private.”

eyebrow lifted. “Why do I feel that you are a

like a billionaire? If I am, I won’t be working in the

could be a long lost son of a billionaire who wants nothing to do with his wealth, or maybe you helped a rich spinster. When she died, she left

I wished I could tell her who I was, but did it matter? “I hate to break it to you, Megan, but I am not.”

“Don’t you have any

“No.”

feel that I can trust you. And you’re the only person who never hit on me.” Oh, you definitely get that

too much. You might end up

few words, but I know you’re a good guy. You said it

Megan.”

***

loft, I was staring at the plain ceiling for a good hour, watching the car light streaked through the opened window. I chose to go home to the shop than to my apartment. I didn’t know why. Perhaps, I was expecting to have breakfast at the diner again? With Megan. Jesus,

while we were watching a movie, her rich voice when she laughed, her curves, and her breasts as I pulled her into my arms when she almost got into an accident.

she’d been acting differently lately; she just lost her job, almost violated by her ex-boss, and harassed by that asshole. I wished she knew me and I wouldn’t

irritation. Everything was keeping me awake. I rubbed my tired eyes. Despite being drained, my

I sat on the edge of the bed and clenched my teeth to shut my mind off. This supercharged fucking sexual frustration with her was

My fixation over her had to end

did jumping on the rope and punching a bag—my body gave up and couldn’t take it anymore. After hitting the shower,

***

to articulate my thoughts though. I mixed the drinks wrongly twice and I almost dropped the bottle of whiskey on my hand when Dice gripped my shoulder asking for my help to

I’ll take your place. Jim cut his finger.” Kyland immediately got inside the

“Where?”

three lounges named after Hughes, Williams, and Rexwell.

the crowd toward the iron-wrought stairs that lead to the VIP. The room was dimmer than the main bar. It had a long C shaped black leather sofa, black glass table, and two sofa lounges. The minibar had four stools and a glossy deep red wooden counter. It was filled with

was leaning on the iron banister. The music was blaring inside since the glass window that served as privacy was slid open.

drink?” I asked and remained professional even we were friends.

dance floor. I cursed silently as a twinge of jealousy speared my

almost a whisper that if he didn’t mention my name, I would have thought

with a slim guy. With my six foot and three and a half inches height, I could still see his hands

sleep

will answer your question no matter how ridiculous it sounds. No.” I rushed out of my words because the last thing I wanted was to let him suspect how I was affected

could, I’d done

“Good to know.”

to know what?” I continued watching Megan and that asshole dancing as if they own the

know why no woman gets your attention because you, Wood, my friend, is apparently in deep trouble with our Meg.” Pyke laughed boisterously, patting my

who was still laughing at me. “I think

over here if I am lying, man. Wanna

Kyland nodded his head in agreement. I left Pyke without a

told me that smoking was not