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.
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 preferred just hook-ups. Now, I was left alone, still, a commitment-phobic, emotionally unavailable
around me, his soft and cigarette smelled lips pressed against my forehead started to assault my mind. I usually turned off by men
with his mouth, his tongue, or if he was well-hung. Of course, he was.
I closed my eyes again and pulled the blanket above my head. This was going nowhere. I needed to sleep and forgot
my shorts, rubbed my clit as
to breathe heavily, and I could sense the sexual tension ricocheting between us filling the room.
and taut length as we moved in rhythm. He was watching me like a hawk to its prey all the time as I
my hardened nub and bit my lip to stifle my moan, but my muscles were
glued at me, his eyes were burning with lust and desires, sending
of oxygen as I continued pumping my finger in and out of my soaked pussy as if I couldn’t help myself and I
My heart went overdrive. My hips backed. My head threw against the pillow as I was immediately consumed by my pending orgasm and his presence.
his forehead. Muscles were straining and clenching on his arms. He was breathing through his nose, but he kept his searing gaze on
sharply, violently shaking as I succumbed to the strong orgasm I had never
***
I woke up to the constant ringing of my
I answered, “Hello.”
The HR officer from Hitchcliff Associates.
Megan, please? Tell me it’s good news?” I was already sitting on my bed, literally
we found someone who
thought my body numbed. I couldn’t remember hanging up the call. When this despair would be over? I had only one
I asked my mother over the
waiting for your call,” Mom replied immediately. “You can come over this afternoon
be there.
“Meg, how about
“Mom—”
“I understand, honey.”
my eyes as 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
might not be permanent, but I had bills to pay.
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 patients. You wouldn’t have problems anyway. They prefer at night.”
the same.” I smiled at her.
my number if you want to inquire something.” She showed me her landline and her personal numbers saved
better prepare to be a mom. Is this your first?” I
propped her hands at her back
eyes widened in surprise, causing her to laugh at my reaction.
have kids someday. It feels
swallow. “Maybe one
schedule of which patients had a schedule today. Terrible things happened, my
up the phone when it rang. “Dr. Diana Reed Clinic, good afternoon.”
good afternoon. Can I have an appointment at
name please?” I grabbed the pen and the note
be new.”
me luck, and this is my first day.”
“Is Beth okay?”
early leave.
“Forrest 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 my lip between my
“Hello?”
gonna tell him who I am or not?
you’re new. I used to have an eleven a.m appointment with
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 for the two of us.
Bye.”
About Forrest - Chapter 8 A Real 180
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