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.”

the gut to rip the band-aid off and

made you think I don’t date?”

over her chest. “First, I never saw you with any women and the boys never noticed you with anyone. Either you kept your 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 makes the two of us, yay!” She pinched

deepened. “You guys talked about me?”

We thought you’re hot and sexy even though

my personal life private.”

lifted. “Why do I feel

billionaire? If I am, I won’t be working in the nightclub, I probably own one.”

nothing to do with his wealth, or maybe you helped a rich spinster. When she died, she left her billions

could tell her who I was, but did it matter? “I hate to break it to you, Megan, but I am

any day

“No.”

I can feel that I can trust you. And

trust me too much. You

know you’re a good guy. You said

Megan.”

***

to the shop than to my apartment. I didn’t know why. Perhaps, I was expecting to have

touches 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. How could I get rid of

why she’d been acting differently lately; she just lost her job,

I groaned in irritation. Everything was keeping me awake. I rubbed my tired eyes. Despite

to shut my mind off. This supercharged fucking sexual frustration with her was messing up my brain.

fixation over her had to end

like a pig after I did jumping on the rope and punching a bag—my body gave up and couldn’t take it anymore.

***

was what I liked in this evening. I still felt agitated and unable 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

the VIP for a while. I’ll take your place. Jim cut his finger.” Kyland immediately got inside the bar and took order before I

“Where?”

had three lounges named after Hughes, Williams, and

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

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

I asked and remained professional even

dance floor. I cursed silently as a

care of her, Wood. She’s not what you think she is if you get to know her.” His warning is almost a whisper that if he didn’t mention my name, I would have thought he was talking to himself. “I’m

height, I could still see his hands on her hips as their body pressed together. My blood boiled in my

you sleep

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

been silently lusting over his wife’s best friend for years, but I couldn’t just let it go. I couldn’t resist. If I could, I’d done the first time I laid eyes on her. Sometimes, I questioned my feeling if this was just lust or it went beyond that I had not

“Good to know.”

Megan and that asshole dancing as if they own

apparently in deep trouble with our Meg.”

Pyke who was still laughing at me. “I think you’re insane,

I’m gonna jump over here if I am lying, man. Wanna bet?”

gestured that I needed a break. Kyland nodded his head in agreement. I left Pyke without a word, exited to the narrow hallway to a small

deeply and closed my eyes while fishing out the pack of cigarettes in my pocket. I remembered months ago when Megan told me that smoking was not good for me. I lit a stick and inhaled the smoke deeply to my lungs to fasten the