Forrest novel Chapter 57

MEGAN

Four months later...

OUR DAYS in New York was over. After attending two fundraising events, meeting with investors, and a dinner date with Forrest, I didn’t think I could still stand straight. I was exhausted. I just wanted to throw myself in the bed and sleep for a day. Not that I was complaining, in fact, I was beyond grateful for everything.

But I invited my friends to come over to the private jet we chartered before we headed back to England. I popped a Champagne.

Since Forrest traveled a lot, he planned on purchasing a jet. He let me look over the reports, investments, and insurance of the new Atto Tech project last month.

“What are we celebrating? Don’t tell me Lord Kentworthry is buying this jet?” Pyke joked.

“Not this one. But it’s more than that.” I bit my lip.

The girls awwed at me.

“You’re definitely not pregnant because you’ve been drinking wine,” Camila clarified.

“I am not, silly.”

“You’re not engaged either.” Blaine looked at my fingers.

“Can’t she celebrate for finally having a man? I’ve been waiting for this moment, you know,” Bianca said. “Forrest is hot, and his accent is getting sexier, and—”

“Okay, okay, wife. Enough complimenting Forrest.” Kyland gave his wife a flute. “But I’m happy for you, Meg. Wait, where’s Forrest?” He looked around.

“He’ll be here in a minute. He went to meet Alan and Milo before we head back.” I sipped my Champagne. “I just wanna thank you for never giving up on me even I was bitchier most of the time. I love you guys and all your babies. I may be far from all of you, but you will always be in my heart. In our hearts.”

“You should.” Bianca squeezed me. “I love you, Meg.”

“Love you, too, B.”

“You can forget us for a while while you and Forrest are, you know.” Camila giggled.

“Babe,” Pyke warned.

“Don’t tell me they never had sweaty—”

“Okay, not another word. They are our friends, and we shouldn’t be thinking something like that.” Pyke wrapped Camila into a warm hug.

“Something like what?” Camila asked her husband innocently.

“Babe...”

“Fine, Killjoy.”

I took a deep breath when I heard footsteps approaching. And then there he was, still mouth-watering and jaw-dropping of a man. He was wearing a white shirt, showing off the tattoos on his arms that I always loved. He still managed to give me the same effect—even way better after all these amazing months.

“Hey.” He found me gawking at him, causing his lips to curve up into a smile that had my heart hammered.

“Why are you so nervous, Meg?” Blaine whispered, but I kept my gaze to the man I wanted to be a part of my life forever. I know, I’m way over my head.

“My love.” He sauntered closer, held my hands, and kissed me on my lips.

“Hi,” I said breathlessly.