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.

again. This was all my fault why I was alone. I pushed all men who wanted more than just sex with me.

to assault my mind. I usually turned off by men who smoked, but with him, I didn’t give a damn. I

his mouth, his tongue, or if he was well-hung. Of course, he was. He didn’t have to show it off.

my head. This was going nowhere. I needed to sleep and forgot him for good.

consumed and controlled 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 in

could sense the sexual tension ricocheting between us filling the

as we moved in rhythm. He was watching me like a hawk to its prey all the time

instantly 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

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

finger in and out of my soaked pussy as if I couldn’t help myself and I would lose my mind if I stopped.

My head threw against the pillow as I was immediately

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

sharply, violently shaking as I succumbed to the strong orgasm I had never felt before.

***

I woke up to the constant ringing of my phone.

I answered,

I remembered her voice. The HR officer from Hitchcliff

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

but we found someone who

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

the job offer still stand?” I asked my mother

come over this

there.

about dinner?”

“Mom—”

“I understand,

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 hadn’t

This might not be permanent,

the lists of patients for 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

“I will do the same.” I smiled at

something.” She showed me her landline and her personal numbers saved

to be a mom. Is

her hands at her back and grimaced. “My third.”

widened in surprise, causing her to laugh at

hope you’ll have kids someday. It feels amazing,

swallow.

checked through the schedule of which patients had a schedule today. Terrible things happened, my views

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

an

the pen and the note Beth gave me earlier.

be new.”

and this is my first day.”

“Is Beth okay?”

took an early

Wood.”

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

“Hello?”

I gonna tell him who

an eleven a.m appointment with

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?

Bye.”