Bab 38: Chapter 38 James Freaking Bond

Megan's POV

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.