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.

my shorts and my tank top and went to bed. I tucked my blanket under my chin, feeling down after replaying his rejection all over again. This was all my fault why 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 left alone, still, a commitment-phobic,

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

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 way he

eyes again and pulled the blanket above my head. This

my body. 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

and I could sense the sexual tension ricocheting between

moved in rhythm. He was watching me like a hawk to its prey all the time as I

and my clit became more sensitive. I continued rubbing my hardened nub and bit my lip to stifle

stop.” Soon he groaned, and I quickened my finger. His stare glued at me, his eyes were

continued pumping my finger in and out of my soaked pussy as if

against the pillow as I was

and clenching on his arms. He was breathing through his nose, but he kept his searing gaze

as I succumbed to

***

up to the constant

I

The HR

it’s good news?” I was already sitting on my bed, literally grinning.

found someone

When this despair would be over? I had

still stand?” I asked my mother over the phone.

waiting for your call,” Mom replied immediately. “You can come over this afternoon so that Beth can fill you in.

be there. Thanks.”

about dinner?”

“Mom—”

understand, honey.”

as I felt her disappointment. Every time I saw Mom, she only reminded me of the awful things I’d done to our family.

I reported early to impress. This might not

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

same.”

inquire something.” She showed me her landline and

better prepare to be a mom. Is this your first?” I

hands at her back and grimaced.

My eyes widened in surprise, causing her to laugh at my

kids someday. It feels amazing, Megan.”

made me swallow. “Maybe one day.”

patients had a schedule today. Terrible things happened, my views on marriage changed. I thought relationships, loving someone would just bring pain and misery.

phone when it rang. “Dr. Diana Reed Clinic, good afternoon.”

“Hi, good afternoon. Can I have an appointment at

pen and the

be new.”

me luck, and this is my first day.”

“Is Beth

okay, but took an early leave. Your

Wood.”

I thought of what to answer. How could I not recognize his voice instantly? I caught my lip between my teeth to prevent myself from

“Hello?”

tell him who I am or

an eleven a.m appointment with Dr. Reed.”

“Right. Tomorrow at eleven, Mr. Wood.” I screwed my face. Calling him Mr. Wood didn’t feel right, but I should get used to him being my mom’s patient. How would he react when he saw me

“Thanks. Bye.”