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.

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

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. Sometimes, I wondered the reason behind it. He was just mysterious that

felt pathetic. He didn’t like me. 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.

eyes again and pulled the blanket above my head. This was going nowhere. I needed to sleep and forgot him

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

and I could sense the

imagined his strong muscles pumping his erect, thick, and taut length as we moved in rhythm. He was watching me like a hawk

bit my lip to stifle my moan,

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

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

My hips backed. My head threw against the pillow as I was immediately consumed by my pending

was pumping faster, sweat breaking across his forehead. Muscles were straining and clenching on his arms. He was breathing through his nose, but he kept his searing

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

***

to the constant ringing of

I answered,

The HR officer from Hitchcliff Associates.

it’s good news?” I was already sitting on my bed, literally grinning.

but we found someone who fits for the

despair would be over? I had only one choice left for the meantime. It was time

still stand?” I asked my

call,” Mom replied immediately. “You can come over this afternoon so that Beth can fill

“I’ll be there. Thanks.”

about

“Mom—”

“I understand,

eyes as I felt her disappointment. Every time I saw Mom, she only reminded me of the awful things I’d done to our

early to impress. This might

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

the same.” I smiled at her.

you want to inquire something.” She showed me her landline and her personal numbers saved

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

her hands at her back and

in surprise, causing her to laugh at my reaction.

have kids someday. It feels amazing, Megan.”

words made me swallow. “Maybe

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

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

afternoon. Can I have an appointment at the

grabbed the pen and the note Beth gave

“You must be new.”

“Yes. I am. Wish me luck, and this

“Is Beth okay?”

took an early leave. Your

“Forrest Wood.”

thought of what to answer. How could I not recognize

“Hello?”

gonna tell

to have an eleven

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,

Bye.”