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.

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

pressed against my forehead started to assault my mind.

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

above my head. This was going nowhere.

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

started to breathe heavily, and I could sense

as I imagined his strong muscles pumping his erect, thick, and taut length as we moved in rhythm. He was

wet, slicked, and my clit became more sensitive. I continued rubbing my hardened nub and bit my lip to stifle my moan, but my muscles were quivering everywhere, and

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

my lungs were running out of oxygen as I continued pumping my finger in and out of my soaked pussy as

heart went overdrive. My hips backed. My head threw against the pillow as I was immediately consumed by my pending orgasm and

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 abyss of

I succumbed to the strong orgasm I had

***

up to the constant

I answered, “Hello.”

her voice. The HR

Just Megan, please? Tell me it’s good news?” I

sorry, but we found

would be over? I

stand?” I asked my mother over the phone.

course, Meggie. I am only waiting for your call,” Mom replied immediately. “You can come over this afternoon so that Beth can fill you in. She’s

be there.

how about dinner?”

“Mom—”

understand,

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

This might not

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 used to take note, just in case.”

same.” I

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

to be a mom. Is this your first?” I

propped her hands at her back and

in surprise, causing her to laugh at my

hope you’ll have kids someday.

me swallow.

gone, I checked through the schedule of which patients had a schedule today. Terrible things happened, my views on marriage changed. I thought relationships, loving someone would just

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

good afternoon. Can I have an appointment at the

and the

be

“Yes. I am. Wish me luck, and this is my first day.”

Beth okay?”

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

Wood.”

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

“Hello?”

Yes. Um.” Am I gonna tell him who I am or

I used to have an eleven

my mom’s patient. How would

“Thanks. Bye.”