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.

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

to assault my mind. I usually

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

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

my clit

were started to breathe heavily, and I could sense the sexual tension

his erect, thick, and taut length as we moved in rhythm. He was watching

my lip to stifle my moan, but my muscles were quivering everywhere, and I was writhing with intense

stare glued at me, his eyes were burning with lust and desires, sending a ball of inferno racing through

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

My heart went overdrive. My hips backed. My head threw against the pillow as I

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

succumbed to the strong orgasm I

***

constant ringing of my phone.

half-asleep, I answered, “Hello.”

“Ms. Simons?” I remembered her voice. The HR

me it’s good news?” I was already

but we found someone who fits for the

I thought my body numbed. I couldn’t remember hanging up the call. When this despair would be over? I had only one choice left for the meantime. It was time to throw

I asked my

waiting for your call,” Mom replied immediately. “You can come over this afternoon so that Beth can fill you in. She’s been having back

there.

how about dinner?”

“Mom—”

“I understand, honey.”

she only reminded me of the awful things I’d done to our family. Those were the

reported early to impress. This might not be permanent, but I had bills to pay.

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

“I will do the same.” I smiled at her.

She showed me her landline and her personal numbers saved on

to be a mom. Is this your first?” I

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

causing her to

“I hope you’ll have kids someday. It feels

me swallow. “Maybe one day.”

I checked through the schedule of which patients had a schedule today. Terrible things

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

Can I have an appointment at the same

pen and the note Beth gave me earlier.

be new.”

I am. Wish me luck, and this is my first day.”

Beth okay?”

took an early leave. Your name, mister?”

Wood.”

what to answer. How could I not recognize his voice instantly? I caught my lip between my teeth to

“Hello?”

gonna tell him who I am or not?

“Sorry, you’re new. I used to have an

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

“Thanks. Bye.”