Forrest
Chapter 8 A Real 180
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.
than just sex with me. I thought that was their way to have free sex. That was
The moment I closed my eyes, the hot brooding Forrest was like a sledgehammer to my gut. Visions of his strong arms wrapped 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.
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.
above my head. This was going nowhere.
entirely. I shoved my hand into my shorts, rubbed my clit as I
sense the sexual
imagined his strong muscles pumping his erect, thick, and taut length as we moved in rhythm. He was watching me like a hawk to its prey all the
I continued rubbing my hardened nub and bit my lip to stifle
quickened my finger. His stare glued at me, his eyes were burning with lust and desires, sending a ball of
my finger in and out of my soaked pussy as if I couldn’t help
threw against the pillow as I was immediately consumed by my pending
pumping 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
violently shaking as I succumbed to the
***
constant ringing of my
I
“Ms. Simons?” I remembered her voice. The HR officer from Hitchcliff Associates.
it’s good news?” I was already sitting on my bed, literally
I’m sorry, but we found someone
I couldn’t remember hanging up the call. When this despair would be over? I had
job offer still stand?” I asked my mother over the
am only waiting for your call,” Mom replied immediately. “You can come over this afternoon so that Beth can fill you in. She’s been having back pain for two days
“I’ll be there.
how about dinner?”
“Mom—”
understand, honey.”
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 forget,
reported early to impress. This might not be permanent, but I
with regular patients. You wouldn’t have problems anyway. They prefer at night.” Pregnant Beth tapped the calendar on the tablet as I rechecked
same.” I
my number if you want to inquire something.” She showed me her landline and her personal numbers
but you better prepare to be a mom. Is this your first?” I rubbed
her hands at her back and grimaced. “My third.”
surprise, causing her
“I hope you’ll have kids someday. It feels
Her words made me swallow.
of which patients had a schedule today. Terrible things happened, my views on marriage changed. I thought relationships, loving someone would
the phone when it rang. “Dr. Diana Reed Clinic,
afternoon. Can I have an appointment
please?” I grabbed the pen and the
be new.”
“Yes. I am. Wish me luck, and this is
Beth
an early leave. Your name,
“Forrest Wood.”
gasped. My hand was gripping tightly around the phone handle as 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 telling him who I
“Hello?”
Um.” Am I gonna tell him who
I used to have an eleven a.m appointment
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 tomorrow morning? Oh god! He was right, our world was getting smaller for the two of us.
Bye.”
About Forrest - Chapter 8 A Real 180
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