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 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

mind.

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

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

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

breathe heavily, and I could sense the sexual tension ricocheting between us filling the room.

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

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 I was writhing with intense pleasure.

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

my finger in and out of my soaked pussy as if I couldn’t help myself and

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

breathing through his nose, but he kept his searing gaze on me as we determined to fall

shaking as I succumbed to the strong orgasm I had

***

I woke up to the constant ringing of my phone.

Still half-asleep, I answered, “Hello.”

her voice. The HR officer from Hitchcliff

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

“Megan, I’m sorry, but we found someone

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

still stand?” I

come over this

there. Thanks.”

about dinner?”

“Mom—”

“I understand, honey.”

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 hadn’t

might not be permanent, but I had bills

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

“I will do the same.”

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

“Thanks, but you better prepare to be a mom. Is this your first?” I rubbed her huge belly.

propped her hands at her back and

widened in surprise, causing her to laugh at my reaction.

have kids someday. It feels

words made me swallow.

things happened, my views on marriage changed. I thought relationships, loving someone would just bring

I picked up the phone when it rang.

Can I have an appointment at the same

the pen and the note Beth gave me earlier.

be

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

Beth okay?”

okay, but took an early

Wood.”

handle as I thought of what to answer. How could I not recognize his voice instantly? I caught my lip between my teeth to prevent myself from telling him who

“Hello?”

tell

have an eleven a.m appointment with Dr. Reed.”

Tomorrow at 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

“Thanks. Bye.”