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.

wore 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

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,

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 it off. I was sure he fucked hard because judging by the way he looked he didn’t seem to

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

rubbed my clit as I thought of the dark eyes looking down on me. I lost control.

could sense the sexual tension

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

bit my lip to stifle my moan, but my muscles were quivering everywhere, and I was writhing with intense pleasure.

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

I felt like my lungs were running out of oxygen as I continued pumping my finger in and out of my soaked pussy as if I couldn’t help myself and I would lose my mind if

threw against the pillow

arms. He was breathing through his nose, but he

inhaled sharply, violently shaking as I succumbed to the strong orgasm I had never

***

I woke up to the constant ringing of my phone.

half-asleep, I answered,

The HR officer from

me it’s good news?” I was already sitting

I’m sorry, but we found someone

couldn’t remember hanging up the call. When this despair would be over? I had only

stand?” I asked my mother over the

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

there.

how about dinner?”

“Mom—”

“I 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 were the only things I couldn’t forget, maybe because I

to impress. This might not be permanent, but I had bills to pay.

as it won’t overlap with regular patients. You wouldn’t have problems anyway. They prefer at night.” Pregnant Beth tapped the calendar on the tablet as I

will do the same.” I smiled at her.

to inquire something.” She showed me her landline and her personal numbers saved on the

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

her back and grimaced. “My third.”

widened in surprise, causing her to laugh

someday.

made me swallow. “Maybe one day.”

Beth was 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

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

have an appointment at the

name please?” I grabbed the pen and the note Beth gave me earlier.

“You must be new.”

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

“Is Beth okay?”

but took an early leave.

“Forrest Wood.”

and trembled. I might have 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

“Hello?”

Yes. Um.” Am I gonna tell him

have an eleven a.m

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 tomorrow morning? Oh god! He was right, our world was getting smaller

“Thanks. Bye.”