Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

I had been trembling while descending the stairs, down the DJ'S lair. It felt as if anytime my legs shall give way and I will fall down crashing, against the glass tiled floor. I was running away as if I had seen some ten headed snake.

I didn't dare to turn back and see for once if he was following me or not. His spicy cologne was the only fragrance my nose could register, his black locks were the only thing my fingers wanted to fist, his chocolate eyes were the only pair of eyes I wanted to be on me... always. While my eyes were still searching him to get his one last glimpse, my mind was warning me to keep running till I got out of the place. While my body was fiercely getting pulled towards him, my brain was not allowing me to retrace my tracks and go back to him to continue the broken kiss! I was feeling shell-shocked on getting hit by a hurricane of undefined, allien emotions.

I rushed out of the gates of the den and sprinted to Sweety. Once, I got there I almost hit myself against the it. I had been panting badly. Beads of sweat broke on my forehead my skin had turned pale. I clutched my head with my hands but the giddiness refused to subside. I was panicking now. I had been tagged as 'the master controller' throughout my life. I had always been proud of myself over the fact that I was cable of controlling others... them, their actions, their decisions. But today, I was the one to lose my control, give up on my restrain and throw myself on some stranger.

My mental anguish was multiplying by each passing minute. I sat near the tyre and leaned on Sweety.

I did wrong! How could I? I should not have questioned him... No! Not at all! Instead, I should have straightaway slapped him! I mentally retorted, rubbing my hands on my face due to shame. I had done something forbidden....

I trusted the men clan, despite of my previous experiences which only had grief, betrayal and disgust.

Somehow, I stood and opened the door to get in. Then, I started to scramble for my walkie-talkie. I had to notify Vijay that I was leaving for hell( my 'house')

device on

gun back there... in that room... in the DEN! That made my trembling worse. I was completely defenseless now, and on the top of it the kiss was raising the hair follicles on my skin but at the same time it

because of any alcohol but him. Then, I turned on the engine, I drove off to Sameera's

doesn't like to live alone. Her parents lived in Hyderabad while she made her way here, to Mumbai... the city of dreams to make her dreams come true. She had asked me to move in with her, but at that time, I couldn't as I was not financially

current house for a

at the gate. He was slumped back on the wooden chair provided to him, near the gate. Even the kind-of-tenant girl came down to see what

Can you get up!? The mistress of that house you 'are gaurding' wants to enter it if

he quickly scrambled on the ground. Then muttering a quick apology, he opened the gates. The girl opened the door and came out to help me carry Sameera to the couch inside. Then quickly bidding her a good bye, I marched to my car and revered it. The watchman had been all the while, staring at me with lust, now and then, stealthily. Afterall, all

I didn't have any energy left in me to even give him a warning. Next, I drove off to my apartment in order to practice my fundamental right of dropping on the bed to sleep, which had become a luxury for me

the allotted lot. Then climbed up the steps to the third floor. I reached the threshold of my house. I was perspiring.

be able to fight him now if he tries to molest me

now, thinking of what to

verge of collapsing. Just as I was about to press the calling bell switch, the door flung open. I was

there with a murderous