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.

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,

around me, his soft and cigarette smelled lips pressed against 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 him.

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

closed my eyes again and pulled the blanket above my head. This was going nowhere. I needed to sleep and

my shorts, rubbed my clit

We were started to breathe heavily, and I could sense the sexual tension ricocheting between us

pound as I imagined his strong muscles pumping his erect, thick, and taut length as we moved

I was instantly wet, slicked, and my clit became more sensitive. I continued rubbing my hardened nub and bit my lip

quickened my finger. His stare glued at me, his eyes were burning with lust and

as I continued pumping my finger in and out of my soaked pussy as if I couldn’t help myself and I would

My hips backed. My head threw against the pillow as I was immediately consumed by my pending

forehead. Muscles were straining and clenching on his arms. He was breathing through his nose, but he kept his searing gaze on me

as I succumbed to

***

I woke up to the constant ringing

I

I remembered her voice. The HR officer from Hitchcliff Associates.

“Yes, it’s me. Just Megan, please? Tell me it’s good news?” I was

“Megan, I’m sorry, but we found

be over? I had only one choice

“Is the job offer still stand?” I

replied immediately. “You can come over this afternoon so that Beth can fill you in. She’s been

“I’ll be there. Thanks.”

about dinner?”

“Mom—”

understand,

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 be permanent, but

are the lists 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

will do the same.” I smiled

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

be a mom. Is this your first?” I rubbed her huge belly.

her hands at her back and grimaced. “My

surprise, causing her to laugh at my reaction.

kids someday. It feels amazing, Megan.”

words made me swallow. “Maybe one day.”

had a schedule today. Terrible things happened, my views on marriage

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

Can I have an appointment at the

pen and the

“You must be new.”

and

Beth

“She’s okay, but took an early leave. Your

“Forrest Wood.”

I thought of what to answer. How could I not recognize his

“Hello?”

“Yes. Yes. Um.” Am I gonna tell him who I am or not?

“Sorry, you’re new. I used to have an

him being my mom’s patient. How would he react

“Thanks. Bye.”