Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

I went up towards the stairs which led to the 'DJ's lair' as they call it. Ridiculous, right?

There, was a plumb looking boy probably in his teens mixing-matching the discs, tunes and playing them for the crazy crowd downstairs.

Stealthily, I tip-toed towards the back of the boy. He didn't really look alarming. He was cute and chubby, engrossed in doing his job. Well, good for me. Once I passed him, I went straight and met a corridor. It was a long dimly lit hallway. I kept on walking till the end of it, silently memorising the directions I was taking. Then, slowly I took out my revolver at one hand while keeping the walkie-talkie in the other. Unfortunately, I didn't have my Bluetooth headset with me. I cursed myself quietly.

I knelt a bit and hid along the metallic wall when I saw a right turn. In a flash, I turned to see for possible threats but found none. So with gentle steps, I continued walking taking the right turn. This hallway had floor to ceiling windows at both the sides of it.

Surely, these are tinted glasses.

Then all of sudden, soft murmuring voices became audible. I turned my device on and spoke," I think I am approaching my target. OVER!" I again began walking, very careful of not making any noise.

After walking through this hallway, I saw a door, massive wooden door. It had intricate patters made on it. The voice of someone speaking had been coming from there. I readied myself for any possible firing. And then, gently pushed the door. To my surprise, it didn't creak.

Good for me! I was relieved for having not alerted anyone inside.

I slipped inside with caution. There, I stood at the start of a huge room which was carpeted. The room had a huge chandelier hanging at the top and some really beautiful light around it. Apart from it there were more tube lights too, but only the lights of the chandelier were on giving the room a dazzling effect. Still, it's lights were not enough for illuminating the entire room. It had beautiful warli art and oil paintings on the wall.

The rest of the room was devoid of any furniture.

I stood there rooted, gawking at my surroundings. But soon, I again came back to my senses. I turned my head towards the center of the room and there, I notice a tall figure speaking on his phone, with his back towards me.

"Yeah Mr. Gupta, we will look to it. Let the arms reach Bulgaria first then we shall decide our line of action" The deep, hypnotizing voice said.

guy wearing a blue shirt, I whispered on my device," I

sensed me as he turned around

is not him, it's that stranger!

took a step forward

Run back Jenny! This isn't Roger White. He seems

seemed to be having it's own decision. He kept on nearing me

to me. Although he was physically alluring, no less than pure magic, still somewhere he emitted a dangerous aura. Something deep down in

tomorrow right? So.... RUN AWAY. NOW!!AWAY

such warnings in my mind but still my treacherous legs remained transfixed on

senses, leaving me mesmerized. He lifted his hand and slid it through my hair, cupping my right

me hard!" He said as he joined his forehead against mine. It felt as if we were

said huskily," You have no idea how much you are affecting me!" And with that, he descended down to my lips and kissed them. I

kiss and unknowingly started kissing him back. He started sucking my lower lip and I let out a moan in his mouth as heat exploded within my body. It felt as if my body was set on fire! Fire of having more... hunger of being kissed like that

ocean of sextual desires. I fingers crept into his thick lock of hair as I pulled him closer and he continued to ravage my mouth with his. Our tongues tangled and continued their battle of dominance. Their mating

felt this much rush of adrenaline through me in my life. I wanted to break

Ding Ding Ding .....

felt some disturbance

Miss Amy did a great job in catching him and beating his brains out! We expect you to return back now.

my skin developing a pink blush. I turned to move away but couldn't due to the firm grip of his calloused

with rage, struggling in his arms. His

I questioned, shaking