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.”

because you don’t have the gut to rip the band-aid off and tell them that you wanna walk out of the relationship?”

you think

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.

My frown deepened. “You guys talked about me?”

you’re hot and sexy even though you brood most

prefer to keep my personal life

“Why do I feel that you are a secret billionaire?”

I am, I won’t be working in the nightclub, I probably

of a billionaire who wants nothing to do with his wealth, or maybe you helped a rich spinster. When she died, she

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

you have any day job?”

“No.”

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

me too much. You might end up

of a few words, but I know you’re a good guy. You said it yourself that you hate women get

“Goodnight, Megan.”

***

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

a movie, her rich voice when she laughed, her curves, and her breasts as I pulled her into my arms

been acting differently lately; she just lost her job, almost violated by

rubbed my tired

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 messing up my brain. She’s their

her had to

on the rope and punching a bag—my body

***

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 prepare orders. My mind kept coming back to my plan and to Megan. I ignored Dice shooting me a curious look. Then, I noticed Kyland walking toward us.

immediately got inside the bar and took order before I could refuse. I didn’t know why

“Where?”

had three lounges named after Hughes,

lead to the VIP. The room was dimmer than the main bar. It had a long C shaped black leather sofa, black glass table,

who was leaning on the iron banister. The music was blaring inside

I asked

My eyes widened and glued on the crowded dance floor. I cursed silently as a twinge of jealousy

her.” His warning is almost a

six foot and three and a half inches height, I could still see

sleep with her?”

your question no matter how ridiculous it sounds. No.” I rushed out of my

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

to

asshole dancing as if they own the dance

“Now I 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 back in

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

over here if I

Kyland nodded his head in agreement.

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