Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

DHANUSH'S POV

Finally, the day had come. I was going to make her mine today.

I had been heading towards yet another negotiation completely different from what I had been handling since the last decade. For the most ruthless illegal weapons dealer like me, this was a very different yet dangerously exciting negotiation I was indulging myself in, knowing pretty well what I was to win at the end.

The law breakers like the devils had always found the dark night's eerie silence to be the best time to work. Powerful players like us who were considered as criminals under the law preferred to carry out their business in the darkness. Yet this one bargain was something that I was going to do amongst the hustle-and-bustle and the lit area of a crowded area.

We were stationed outside her dance class which was actually a school building and at the building's basement, was where the classes were going on. We had been waiting for two hours straight now. Never in my life had I ever waited for someone for so long. I was one of those for whom the fucking whole world waited. Be it my fuck buddies, one night stand partners or some random fling or even at work, I was never kept waiting.... ever! Yet look at me, even after 2 hours, I was willing to wait for longer if it meant meeting her in person, all alone...

couldn't promise zero collateral damage if some 'brave'(stupid as a matter of fact) concerned( but sorrowfully, not for his/her own life) lowlife came in my way of claiming my tigress! This was one of the reasons why I had been waiting for the basement to clear up a bit to avoid unnecessary deaths. I had been waiting for this

girls inside though. They could be locked up in some room there. But still, I wanted to have least number of people possible for their own safety actually, as I really care if I shot any of them who

about the status." I commanded in the Bluetooth ear piece in a

clear sir." Reported the

with her in the den?" Taunted Rudra, I could actually hear the smirk

sausage between your legs

groups had been practicing their dance steps. The drone was smaller than a fly giving us the camera feed of what was

As always, she tool my breath away with the slightest of her moves. Every now and then, she would laugh whenever the girls would make a mistake, and then shaking her head a bit she would again show the dance step. And as always, oblivious to her, with that every cheerful and

function. Only Jenny and Daisy are left. So we shall