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 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

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.

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,

blanket above my head. This was going nowhere. I needed to sleep and forgot

entirely. I shoved my hand into my shorts, rubbed my clit as I

sense

we moved in

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

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

of my soaked pussy as if I couldn’t help myself and I

head threw against the

on his arms. He was breathing through his nose, but he kept

as I succumbed to the strong orgasm

***

up to the constant ringing of my phone.

I answered,

The

Megan, please? Tell me it’s good news?” I was already sitting on my

She sighed. “Megan, I’m sorry, but we found someone who fits for the position...”

numbed. I couldn’t remember hanging up the call. When this despair would be over? I had only one choice left for

offer still stand?” I asked my mother over the

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

there. Thanks.”

how about dinner?”

“Mom—”

understand, honey.”

of the awful things I’d done to our

afternoon, I reported early to impress. This might not be permanent, but

appointments are according to their free time as long as it won’t overlap with regular patients. You wouldn’t have problems anyway.

will do the same.”

showed me her landline and her personal numbers saved on the Contact.

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

She propped her hands at her

her to

have kids someday. It

Her words made me swallow. “Maybe

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

it rang.

I have an appointment at the

and the note

be new.”

“Yes. I am. Wish me luck, and

Beth okay?”

an early leave. Your name,

Wood.”

handle as I thought of what to answer. How could I not recognize his voice instantly? I caught my lip between my

“Hello?”

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

I used to have an eleven a.m appointment with

screwed my face. Calling him Mr. Wood didn’t feel right, but I should get used to him being my mom’s patient.

Bye.”