Forrest novel Chapter 50

*Flashback ahead

MEGAN

I WASN’T thinking straight. I was still trying to wrap my head around everything. How the hell did I wake up lying next to Forrest? He’s naked, and his tattoo. God, his tattoo. And it was so sad that I couldn’t remember what happened aside from drinking with soccer players last night.

Right now, I was overly aroused and completely forget my hangover. My brain was hazy with lust, and I wanted him to do me and make me forget how angry I was at him.

His smell and his presence alone were overwhelming, and the fact that his massive hard as rock cock was thrusting against my wet core was already intoxicating my brain. And as fast as how he made me arouse, that was how quick he was of walking out of my life. Not again!

Terrified, I quickly dragged myself out of bed, propped my hands on my waist, and ready to pull off my big girl’s pants. I was not wearing anything other than my black bra and panties, and who cared about having clothes right now? It was a matter of life and death—my heart and my relationship were at stake.

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I rolled my eyes at the knock on the door. Camila just left, and I was sure Bianca and Blaine wouldn’t be the one knocking. They had plans and wouldn’t waste time not to take advantage of the five-star accommodation not to put into good use.

I drew a bracing breath. This would be another pep-talk. And let me guess, it was the boys turned since their wives couldn’t change my mind of going to the party with them. Gah, it was official, I hate men!

I opened the door. “I’m great. I’ve moved on. And by the way, he’s a dickbag and a suckass with a tiny dick. There’s a lot of hot Brits around the city to blow my brains out. He doesn’t care anyway. And didn’t fuck me hard enough to forget my goddamn middle name.”

“I was told that you are a very fascinating woman with a fiery spirit, wisecrack, and very opinionated,” said the woman with a fancy coat, gloves, and a hat. Oh, god! I’d been dreaming to wear a tiny hat like hers.

My eyes flared. My cheeks were flaming. I swallowed hard and tucked my hair behind my ear, suddenly feeling mortified. And I just said awful things to her son.

I cleared my throat. “More like has the dirtiest mouth. I’m sure you don’t believe what I said, right?” I flashed a guilty grin.

Her moves had me stilled and held my breath. Then she kissed me on my cheeks. “I hope you don’t mind if I come in.”

“Oh, god. Sorry, where are my manners? Please, come in.” I eased aside, allowing her to get in.

My heart was still in full throttle, and I didn’t know how to act or behave or what to say in front of her. The fact that her son and I were over, I didn’t know what to expect or the reason for her visit. How did she find me, anyway? Of course, She was a Kentworthry.