MEGAN
MY POSSESSIVENESS had me immensely stunned. I’d never done this before, but this bitch made my blood boil with jealousy. Jealousy? Well, that was definitely new.
What shocked me the most was Forrest. I got a different response when I thought he would groan in disapproval or push me back. Instead, he kissed me back, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed me possessively, hungrily, and fiercely not caring what would his co-workers or these customers think about him. It was a kiss that made my toes curl. It was a kiss of possession, telling everyone he was off the hook, and I was pleased with that.
Whistles and applause broke us apart. Still catching my breath, I met his dark gaze. It was filled with lust that burned through me and twinkled with amusement as we stared in silence.
“Sorry about that,” I said guiltily.
His eyes narrowed. “You’re sorry about that?”
“I mean, this is not your style.”
“I like h
FORREST “YOU’RE NOT going to see him, Forrest,” Meadow demanded, pinning me with a pointed stare. Knowing that my mother was around, I flexed my jaw hard as I tried not to lose my temper. I didn’t even have any fucking idea why she was here in my penthouse with my mother when I was clear with my order the last time we spoke about Mama’s safety. “What? Are you just gonna stare at me like that?”Unbelievable! “No.” I squeezed my eyes shut and dug my teeth against my bottom lip as rage radiated off of me. “Listen to me very carefully, Meadow. You don’t get to decide for me. Not anymore. It’s my life, my decisions, and not yours. We’ve been there once, and you decided to leave me instead. Where were you when I needed you? When I was had some shitty days alone. You don’t know anything about me anymore. People get to change for almost six years, Meadow. Just like you said, you can’t wait for that long.” Her expre
FORREST I GOT back to the penthouse. My mother and Meadow were engaged in a serious conversation in the living room. “Mama, can we talk?” I threw Meadow a glare, hoping she would not try to be so dumb as not to get the message. “Alone, please?” Scowling, Meadow stomped upstairs. I sat beside Mama once Meadow was out of sight. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into my arms. “How are you feeling?” I asked her when my anger wore off. I missed her terribly, but I couldn’t risk her being with me. I had to sacrifice something for us when she would be safe in return. “I’m good. You worry too much when I should be the one worrying about your suicide mission.” I kissed the top of her head. I knew she was right from the start—it was a suicide, but I wanted answers. Once this was over, I knew everything we sacrificed for would pay off. All I needed was closure and a new life. After what happ
MEGAN I WOKE up to an unfamiliar room with the feeling of the hangover of being roofied. I wished I could pluck the thought off of what happened last night. Ignoring the tightness in my throat, I got up from the bed. This wasn’t the first time I’d hurt anyway. I was aware that we were utterly wrong for each other. If I made it through it the last time, hell, I definitely would the second time. I had to put a stop to whatever short fling I had with Forrest before it got deeper. That was the smartest thing to do. How twisted was that? Because I knew I was lying. It still freaking hurt. A soft knock and Mom’s voice calling my name behind the door interrupted me from my deep musing. “Come in.” I was still sitting on the bed when the door swung open. “Good morning, Meggie. I thought you might need these.” Mom was done with the shower and already in her robe. She had a few clothes folded and undergarments in her hands and on t
MEGAN “WHY THE fu—” I yelped in my seat with wide eyes. Forrest was already towering me over my desk and pinning me with a deadly glare. “Why did you—” he hissed. His voice was deep and strong with anger. With my heart leaping in my throat, I blinked and gathered my posture. “You shouldn’t be here if you didn’t come for your appointment. I am working, can’t you see it?” Thankfully, the patient for ten came early, and I had the chance to get away from angry and intimidating Forrest. “She’s ready to see you,” I told the red-head woman, then I got myself busy rechecking the calendar, sharpening pencils, and cleaning my desk with wipes even though there was nothing to clean. “Stop ignoring me, please?” He lowered his voice, then huffed a frustrated breath. “Oh, spare me. And I don’t have time for your outburst.” “I was worried about you last night.” He leaned in. His face still tightened. Was that all?Do I
FORREST THE MINUTE I stepped into the restaurant where Mama and I agreed to spend our lunch together. I spotted Lee and Taylor in suits at the corner table. They were quickly on their feet and marched toward my direction. I threw them a glare before I stepped closer to where Mama and Meadow had been sitting. Lee and Taylor met me halfway. “Mr. Kent—” I cut off Lee. He was tall, had pure muscles, and was always on full alert. He may be protecting my mother, but it didn’t change the fact that they took my mother here without telling me about their plan. I got it, it was Mama’s order, and that pissed me off a little further. They knew every detail about her safety, yet they didn’t inform me before considering flying over here. “What a load of cobblers. And it’s Wood, dumbass.” “Forrest, leave them alone. We already discussed this last night.” Mama stood up from her seat. “Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Wood.” Taylor, a decade o
FORREST “THERE’S NO such thing as just sex for you, Forrest! You know that. You don’t just screw around. You are not the type of man who sleeps around because if you are, we probably slept together a long time ago.” I held her hand. My hope skyrocketed. “What did you just say?” She lifted her gaze full of pain, and my heart sunk to my stomach that I was the cause of it. “I like you since— well, since. Never mind. It doesn’t matter anymore. I know I am not your type. Until now, I can’t find the right answer as to why we ended up in bed. We both are two different persons, Forrest, yet it doesn’t matter to me. It’s just, what is happening between us feels right, and it feels anything less than perfect when I am with you.” Heat radiated through my chest to hear her admission. “I know because I feel the same, Megan. Why do you think I am still here after you shoved right into my face that you had nothing to do with me anymore?” I sighed and
MEGAN Unbelievable. FORREST STILL had a father. Estranged, dangerous, or not, he should be lucky. At least he still got one. I wondered if he ever mentioned his father to our friends or this was one of his many secrets. Forrest was still on top of me after another round of amazing and steamy sex—he made love with me and made me feel so special and cared for. He looked worried, though, and hell, I was anxious. He was constantly sighing and zoning out. I wished I could help or stop him from meeting his father, but I didn’t know what to do. I’d never been in his situation. The fact that his mother was worried about him so that he could be in great danger. “This isn’t our last sex, right?” I wanted to hit myself in the head. Forrest wasn’t surprised. So, I made myself believe that we wanted the same thing. He groaned. “Uh-uh. I’m not done with you. Not even close. There could be hundreds more, thousa
MEGAN I REMEMBERED Forrest fluttery kissing my forehead like a butterfly feather and whispered that he had to go. I didn’t know what time he left, but I felt confident that he would keep his words. When I went down, Mom was already ready for work. “Forrest left already.” I halted in the middle of the stairs, feeling my cheeks flare. I was mortified that Mom knew that Forrest visited me last night. Mom smiled. “No need to feel embarrassed. I knew Forrest would come. He asked where you were staying, and he didn’t give me any choice not to give him the address. You know that I have a soft spot for that guy. When he told me he was waiting for you at your apartment yesterday, and you didn’t go there, I felt bad.” “He could be lying,” I defended myself. “That man doesn’t lie, Meggie. That’s his strong suit. He chose to stop talking than to lie. And I like him.” “I’m sorry, Mom.” I walked down toward her. “I should not