Forrest novel Chapter 36

MEGAN

I OPENED the door to a huge man standing in front of me. He looked like he just came from a war in the desert with strong eye contact, tanned skin, and a well-trained straight posture.

“Good evening, Miss Simons. My name is Jack Davis. You can call me Davis, and I am here to take you to Mr. Wood’s penthouse.”

I gaped as if he was talking in a foreign language.

Warily, I already was gripping the door handle tightly as I angled myself away from him. “And he can’t come, why?” I asked when he mentioned Forrest.

“Mr. Wood is caught up with something, Miss Simons.”

Although Forrest didn’t warn me to take extra precautions, I was not stupid enough to go with this man because he mentioned Mr. Wood. That bitch could have hired someone to kidnap me and torture me in the warehouse.

“And what is that something he’s been catching up with, that he can’t even grab his phone to call me?”

The man fixed his posture, hands remained locked in front of him. “I am afraid I can’t disclose that information to you, Miss Simons.”

I huffed mockingly. “So, all of a sudden, Forrest is now some kind of your boss, asking people around to come and take me to his penthouse?” Arching a brow, I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Something like that.”

“That’s all you can say? Wow! From a bartender to an instant, what? A millionaire? A billionaire? You better go back to whoever asked you to come and tell him or her, I refused to come with you. Goodnight!” I held the doorknob and shut the door closed on his face.

Surprisingly, the man named Davis was still standing behind the door, assessing by the shadow of his feet. I felt skeptical all of a sudden. I tiptoed inside my room and picked up my phone.

I was pacing back and forth, thinking twice if I should call Forrest or 911 instead. That man could have just easily kicked the door if he wanted to kidnap me. So I waited, and it didn’t happen. Perhaps he was telling the truth.

I didn’t have any clue who Forrest’s father was but judging by how worried his mother, I knew Forrest could be in great danger.

Since he left last night, I couldn’t get my mind out of the possible danger he was facing right now. He might be meeting his estranged father, but the possibility of his old man hurting him was endless.

I felt dizzy from pacing and exhausted from constant sighing. I had to sit down on my bed. My stomach twisted. I stood up again and started pacing until I felt there was nothing I could do.

“God!” I sat back and scrolled down my Phonebook and about to dial Forrest’s number when his name appeared on my screen.

“Oh, thank God, you’re okay. Who the hell is that man outside my door?”

“Megan, I am still busy right now, but I want you to go with him and stay at my apartment until I get back.” I could hear noises from the background, and he was even yelling from the other line.

“You mean penthouse? Where are you? And I’ve been waiting for your call for hours now, Forrest. I am worried hell.” I knew myself. I couldn’t work properly when I was anxious about something.

Mom even noticed and asked me, but I couldn’t tell her about Forrest’s plan. I was sure she would also be worried about me. The last thing I was going to do was to add more migraine to her. Her Cryotherapy seemed pointless on her. If I didn’t know she was good at her job, I would love to tell her that she was wasting her money on that shit. Yoga and meditation were way better for a pregnant woman than that crap.

“That’s good to know. I’m flattered,” he answered right away with an amusement tone in his voice.

“Do you think I am kidding?”

“Of course not. Just do what I say, okay? And take some clothes with you.”

Unbelievable. “Seriously?” I huffed. “You suddenly become so bossy and a domineering prick. Just so you know, I am not fond of someone who bosses around. Your dictatorial manner is a turned off, Forrest. I’ll stay here until you come back, and tell that man in your payroll to back off.”

“Megan, please? I need to go somewhere to meet someone.”

“Going somewhere to meet someone? Can’t you be a little more cryptic than that? Where’s the honesty we talked about last night?”

He sighed. “Davis will give you the key of the penthouse, and a card. Once you get there, just punch in these numbers 285631. I already programmed the security system for you.”

I kept those numbers in my mind, and I didn’t even know why I was listening to his annoying orders.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Never mind, don’t answer that. God, you’re a pain in the ass. If something bad will happen to me, I will raise from my grave, haunt you, and throw you across the Mediterranean, get me?” I pursed my lips together.

“It won’t get to that. Thank you.”

“You’re not welcome.”

“I got to go. Send me a message when you get to the penthouse.”

“Forrest?”

“Yes, Megan?” He sounded in a hurry.

“Where exactly are you going?”

“Sean Rexwell is in Boston.”

My brows furrowed. “Why are you meeting him? Don’t keep me in the dark here, Forrest or I swear to God I’m gonna knee your junk.” I knew Sean Rexwell was dating Saph, but how Forrest was connected with him?

“I know your mind is running a mile right now—”