Forrest novel Chapter 38

MEGAN

Oh. My. God!

FORREST HAD a gun under his pillow. He. Has. Gun. A freaking gun.

He was sleeping with a gun under his pillow like James fucking Bond! Was he a spy? Or was his life in danger that he had to keep a gun with him? My body was still trembling to that thought that I didn’t know him at all.

I cared about him, but I couldn’t be with a man who spied or killed people. He was dangerous or his life could be in constant danger. That was probably the reason why he was using an alias—Oh god! Was he an undercover agent and messed up with dangerous people such as his father? He probably sold drugs or guns for a living. The gun under his pillow, his secret identity, the penthouse as his secret lair, his job as a bartender. Oh, my God!

His father wouldn’t hunt him down in the first place if he didn’t do something wrong. Whatever he told me, perhaps he was just making it all up.

“Meg?” Camila drilled me a scrutinizing stare as she stood in front of the door.

“Don’t ask, please? Can I sleep here tonight?” I actually didn’t have much time to sleep because it was already morning, and I had to go to work.

“Are you in trouble? I can slap Forrest with my new purse. The buckle is a lot bigger than what I used to hit Pyke.” She laughed, then stopped, looking guilty when her joke didn’t affect me. “Oh, god. I’m sorry, Meg. Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine. Thanks.”

“You can go to your old room.”

We climbed upstairs to the second floor. I used to stay here during the weekend before she got busy with her company that designed automobiles. “I’m glad you called. I feel like a terrible best friend lately. I’m so busy, and could hardly find my free time to spend with you.”

“I understand, Cam. You’re busy with your job, as a wife, a sister, a daughter, and now that you’re pregnant, you can’t stress out. I am happy for you, you know.” I squeezed her hand and smiled tightly.

Now, I felt I was a terrible best friend for barging out in the middle of the night when she needed rest.

“You can always call me anytime, Meg. Nothing’s gonna change between us even though I have a lot of responsibilities. I have also a responsibility for you as your best friend, which is to be by your side when you need me.” Of course, she would say that because she was Camila—a woman who had a heart as a gold.

“Thank you. You can go back to sleep now.” I felt selfish for waking her up, but I needed to run away from that penthouse as far as possible before I got caught up in Forrest’s mess—before I broke my heart. Why I had not thought about that before? Because being with Forrest was clouding my judgment.

Good thing Davis didn’t insist when I warned him that I would yell that he was trying to violate me if he came closer to me—he then let me go.

I leaned against the door as I tried to remember what we shared. I couldn’t get him. How did he mess up his life? For me, he was a good person. He respected me, and I could even feel he sincerely cared about me.

Since we slept together, he had nothing but thoughtful and sincere, but he was dealing with dangerous people—of course, he used to lie and manipulate people. Unfortunately, I became his victim.

My chest ached. I felt alone in this massive room, and no one could help me. When I thought I started to trust someone, he wasn’t real.

Forrest was a chameleon.

***

I called sick, and I felt bad for Mom. She said she understood, and as always, she didn’t pry. I knew her, and a perk of being a psychologist, she could read my mind.

I stayed awake all night in agony. Now, I had a terrible headache, heartache, and I felt exhausted. If I had a chance, I wanted to sleep for days and build my own world because I couldn’t face reality right now.

“Ms. Megan, here’s your breakfast.” Anita, Camila’s servant walked in, carrying a tray of breakfast. “Mr. Pyke and Ms. Camila left for work, and she told me to care of you while she’s gone.”

“Thank you, but I’m fine. Just having a terrible headache.”

“Let me take aspirin for you.”

“You can do whatever you wanna do, Anita.” I was bitch, but I couldn’t deal with anyone right now. I had to figure out how to get out of the mess I walked in.

“I know, Ms. Megan, but I only follow Mr. Pyke and Ms. Camila’s order. So I’ll take care of you.” She smiled evilly.

I glared at her. I probably looked like an evil witch with all messy face and hair. “I can take care of myself.”