Forrest

MEGAN

Crash and burn. That’s how I see my life today.

HIS REJECTION caused me physical pain. No one ever rejected me, in fact, men mostly wanted to stick their dick in me. That was a little bit harsh, but that was the exact truth. I mean, I never pushed myself to anyone just to get their attention, but my bravado has no effect on Forrest.

I admired his self-control, and that pissed me off at the same time. And he kissed my forehead. He. Kissed. Me. On. My. Freaking. Forehead. Did I look like his freaking grandma?

“Hey! Look at you. So fucking hot!” My gay classmate, Jonas gushed as he dragged me toward the crowd. I was surprised to see him here, but I was kinda glad he came all by himself.

“So do you. Are you single?” Adrenaline rushed through us as we danced to the new song.

“Yup but not ready to mingle.” He placed his hands on my hips and I raised mine in the air and swayed along with him. “I missed college days, Meg.”

“Me too. I’m kinda frustrated about this guy right now.”

“You? Frustrated? How come? I can’t see you in those circumstances. He should be lucky that he gets your attention.”

“There’s always a first for everything.”

“I guess so. So what’s so special about him?”

“I think I got all his bad luck. I mean if you’ve seen him, he looks so freaking hot. A lot of women wanted to hook-up with him, but he turned them down. Sometimes I thought he’s so loyal to his wife if he’s married and has a family somewhere or he prefers dick than vagina!”

He barked into laughter. “I would definitely do him because we have the same taste in men, but let’s forget this mystery guy for a while, shall we? I love this song!”

I collapsed into the sofa in frustration. I might have misjudged his gesture. Of course, I did. He saved and came to me to clear out his guilt. Because of him, that suckass Asher took his revenge on poor me, and that was Forrest had been doing all this time.

I groaned to myself. I should be pulling off that big girl pants and searching for a job, and not trying to flirt with Forrest because he certainly not into me. The ship had sailed. If he ever did, he should have done that a long time ago.

I felt like a desperate bitch.

My phone vibrated. Lately, I felt excited when it did because no one had ever tried to remember calling me at this time. When I looked at the screen, it was not who I expected it to be.

FORREST: Did you get home safe?

I rolled my eyes before I type my reply.

NO. Why do you even care? I was dragged by a gargantuan spider in the alley, bit me, and imprisoned me with its gross and sticky web. Now, I’m dying. Lonely. And it’s all because of you.

I erased it because it sounded bitter. I was even surprised that he wasted his precious time to check out on me. So self-righteous of him. I betted he couldn’t sleep tonight if he wouldn’t do that.

Finally, I sent a reply. Hopefully, he would sense my sarcasm. But Forrest was Forrest. He had thick-skinned.

ME: Are you getting softie on me now, Forrest?

FORREST: Are you home?

Jeez, he’s annoying. I could even feel him groaning.

ME: Yes, dad.

FORREST: Good.

My brow arched. That's it? Playing hard to get, I see.

I was alone. I pushed all men who wanted more than just sex with me. I thought that was their way to have free sex. That was what mostly they wanted though. So I preferred just hook-ups. Now, I was

my forehead started to assault my mind. I usually turned off by men who smoked, but with him, I didn’t give a damn. I thought he was sexy smoking. Sometimes, I wondered the reason behind it. He was just mysterious that no one got into

my eyes again and groaned. I felt pathetic. He didn’t like me. He might have thought he was a pawn to my sexual exploits. Well, he was hot and sexy. I thought of him a lot of times if he looked hotter naked, if he was good with his mouth, his tongue, or if he was well-hung. Of course, he was. He didn’t have to show it off. I was sure he fucked hard because judging by the

pulled the blanket above my head. This was going nowhere. I needed to sleep and forgot him for good.

My lust over him consumed and controlled me entirely. I shoved my hand into my shorts, rubbed my clit as I thought of the dark eyes looking down on me. I lost control. I moved my finger

to breathe heavily, and I could sense the sexual tension ricocheting between us filling

pumping his erect, thick, and taut length as we moved in

nub and bit my lip

quickened my finger. His stare glued at me, his eyes were burning with lust and desires, sending a ball of

of oxygen as I continued pumping my finger in and out of my soaked pussy as if I couldn’t help myself and I would lose my mind if I stopped.

“Oh god.” My heart went overdrive. My hips backed. My head threw against the pillow as I was immediately consumed by

faster, sweat breaking across his forehead. Muscles were straining and clenching on his arms. He was breathing through his nose, but he kept his searing gaze on me as we determined to fall into the

violently shaking as I succumbed to the strong orgasm I had never

***

constant ringing of

I

Simons?” I remembered her voice. The HR

Tell me it’s good news?” I

I’m sorry, but we found someone who

up the call. When this despair would be over? I had only one choice

stand?” I asked my mother over the phone.

I am only waiting for your call,” Mom replied immediately. “You can come over this afternoon

there.

“Meg, how about dinner?”

“Mom—”

“I understand, honey.”

my eyes as I felt her disappointment. Every time I saw Mom, she only reminded me of the awful things I’d done to our family. Those were the only things I couldn’t

This might not be permanent, but I had bills

of patients for appointments. Dr. Reed should be free by this time. Her lunch break. VIP patients’ appointments are according to their free time as long as it won’t overlap with regular patients. You wouldn’t have problems anyway. They prefer at night.” Pregnant Beth tapped the calendar on the tablet as I rechecked the schedule on the desktop.

“I will do the same.” I smiled at her.

number if you want to inquire something.” She showed me her landline and her

but you better prepare to be a mom. Is

propped her hands at her back and grimaced. “My third.”

causing her to laugh at my

someday.

me swallow. “Maybe one day.”

of which patients had a schedule today. Terrible things happened, my

I picked up the phone when it rang.

I have an appointment at the

pen and the note Beth gave me

“You must be new.”

“Yes. I am. Wish me luck, and

“Is Beth okay?”

but took an early leave.

Wood.”

How could I not recognize his voice instantly? I caught my lip between my

“Hello?”

Yes. Um.” Am I gonna tell

you’re new. I used to have an eleven a.m appointment with

feel right, but I should get used to him being my mom’s patient. How would

Bye.”