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.
I 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.
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
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 go easy on women when it came
closed my eyes again and pulled the blanket above my head. This was
my shorts, rubbed my clit as I thought of the
breathe heavily, and I could sense the sexual tension ricocheting between us filling the room.
imagined his strong muscles pumping his erect, thick, and taut length as we moved in rhythm. He was watching me like a
sensitive. I continued rubbing my hardened nub and bit my lip to stifle my moan,
his eyes were burning with lust and desires, sending a ball of inferno racing through me.
and out of my soaked
against the pillow as I was immediately consumed by my pending orgasm
his arms. He was breathing through his nose, but he kept his searing gaze on me as we determined to
I succumbed to the
***
woke up to the constant ringing of my phone.
half-asleep, I answered,
Simons?” I remembered her voice. The HR officer from Hitchcliff Associates.
me. Just 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
thought my body numbed. I couldn’t remember hanging up the call. When this despair would be over?
“Is the job offer still stand?” I
“Of course, Meggie. I am only waiting for your call,” Mom replied immediately. “You can come over this afternoon
be there.
how about dinner?”
“Mom—”
“I understand,
time I saw Mom, she only reminded me of the awful things
impress. This might not
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 problems anyway. They prefer at night.” Pregnant Beth tapped the calendar on the tablet
will do the same.” I smiled at
She showed me her landline and her
mom. Is this your
propped her hands at her back and grimaced.
My eyes widened in surprise, causing her to laugh at my reaction.
hope you’ll have kids someday. It feels
me swallow. “Maybe one day.”
which patients had a schedule today. Terrible things happened, my views on marriage changed. I thought relationships, loving someone would just bring pain and
it rang. “Dr. Diana Reed Clinic, good
I have an appointment at the same time?”
name please?” I grabbed the pen and the note Beth gave
“You must be new.”
Wish me luck, and
“Is Beth okay?”
okay, but took an early leave. Your name,
Wood.”
of what to answer. How
“Hello?”
gonna tell him who I am or not?
an eleven a.m appointment
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
Bye.”
About Forrest - Chapter 8 A Real 180
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