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.

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.

like a sledgehammer 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

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. I was sure he fucked hard because judging by the way he looked he didn’t seem to go easy on women when it came

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

into my shorts, rubbed my clit as I thought of the dark eyes looking down on me.

to breathe heavily, and I could sense

imagined his strong muscles pumping his erect, thick, and taut length as we moved in rhythm. He

became more sensitive. I continued rubbing my hardened nub and bit my lip to stifle

finger. His stare glued at me, his eyes were burning

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 I would lose my

“Oh god.” My heart went overdrive. My hips backed. My head threw against the

me, Megan.” Forrest 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 gaze on me

shaking as I succumbed to the strong orgasm I had never

***

constant ringing of my phone.

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

I remembered her voice. The HR officer

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

She sighed. “Megan, I’m sorry, but we found someone who fits for the position...”

numbed. I couldn’t remember hanging up the call. When this despair would be over? I

“Is the job offer still stand?” I asked my mother over

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

there.

“Meg, how about dinner?”

“Mom—”

understand, honey.”

closed 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 the

I reported early to impress. This might not be

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.” Pregnant Beth tapped the calendar on the

the same.” I smiled at her.

Here’s my number if you want to inquire something.” She showed me her landline and her personal numbers

Is this your first?” I rubbed her huge belly.

at her

her to

“I hope you’ll have kids someday. It feels amazing, Megan.”

Her words made me swallow. “Maybe

the schedule of which patients had a schedule today. Terrible things happened,

it rang. “Dr. Diana Reed Clinic, good

“Hi, good afternoon. Can I have an appointment at the same

grabbed the pen and the

be

me luck, and this is my first

Beth okay?”

an early

“Forrest Wood.”

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 teeth to prevent myself from

“Hello?”

 Am I gonna tell him

new. I used to have an eleven a.m appointment with Dr.

feel right, but I should get used to him being my mom’s patient. How would

“Thanks. Bye.”