Forrest novel Chapter 40

MEGAN

“I’M SORRY but you don’t have an appointment today,” I said without meeting his gaze. I didn’t have to look at him to know it was him. His presence alone shifted something in the air. It filled with tension and unsaid emotions. And I couldn’t look at him because I knew myself, and I’d be tempted to forget what I found out and jumped into his arms again. It was silly, but I didn’t trust myself around him anymore.

These past two days were like living in a world that didn’t exist. I needed to forget what happened between us—scratch that. I didn’t exactly want to forget—that was the best thing that happened in my life before he became unreal. He wasn’t the Forrest that I used to know—or if I even knew a little about him at all.

“I know. I just called Dr. Reed a few minutes ago. I’ll settle the payment later. And she’s free and agreed for an urgent appointment with me,” he said in a calm and low voice. It wasn’t even recognizable if he hadn’t whispered to me before. He sounded as if he was begging.

“Yeah, and my work won’t be needing anymore,” I muttered under my breath. I knew he heard me. He responded to me with a sigh. “She’s ready for you, I guess.” I pursed my lips and sat down.

His shadow didn’t move, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to look at him. It was a mistake, and too late the moment our gazes met—my silly heart just somersaulted. My skin tingled that he looked so magnificent in a white crisp shirt and pants. He was still wearing the broody signature looked, but his five o’clock shadow oozed power, drool-worthy, and panty-dropper of hot and sexiness. Jesus, Forrest! A little warning would be nice.

“Megan—”

I raised my hand because I couldn’t form a word. Thankfully, Mom appeared and saved me from impending embarrassment.

“Forrest, come in.” Mom smiled at him, keeping in a professional mode.

I knew she had so many questions, but I told her I was not ready to talk about it. And I hadn’t been back to her house or my apartment.

She visited me at the mansion, and Camila was happy with the arrangements. The dinner I promised to Mom ended up watching a sappy chick-flick. I ended up crying in her arms before the movie credits rolled.

When he walked toward Mom, I closed my eyes and sighed only to be interrupted by my mom calling my name.

“Yes?” My voice came up a pitch cry.

“Come join us.”

“W-what? Why?” I stared at her in disbelief, and she only looked at me as if it was not a big deal—for her, maybe not, but for me, it would be the death of me.

“I need you here.”

I got in a tentative pace. Forrest was already sitting on the couch while Mom was still waiting for me.

“How can I help?” I asked politely.

“Sit beside Forrest,” Mom answered.