Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

Dejected, I slipped into the green room.

I had to make sure that I didn't leave behind any traces of my presence. And my original clothes, the one i came wearing could prove to be a thorn in the ass. So once again I changed into my real attire. All the strippers were qeued near the stage so there could hardly be any witness.

"Ready to move out." I informed in the chip. "GO!" came the response, and with that I headed outside towards 'Sweety'.

Well, it is the name of my car. My companion wherever I go! HEY, DONT JUDGE ME !

I started driving towards home. It was the very house which i shared with people I didn't know at all. Weird right? Like, who won't know one's parents and a sibling?

Well, it's different in my case I guess...

second floor of a four storeyed building, with my 'father', stepmom of my age named Natasha. Well I dont come across her much. And another member of the house being my

it right, my 'brother'.. the son of my so called 'father'. I remember one of the most dreadful sights of his being in my

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in one hand and stroke his member down in

You know what, whenever I bury myself into the cunt of my goddamn girlfriend, i always remember you.. I think as if I'm fucking you hard... and you are screaming my name!" Then clutching the bedsheet tightly the 'son of

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me, he had always been like that.. like some rodent living in gutter. But what he did that day crossed all limits. And on the top of it, father wasn't present in home. Mumma was. I ran away,

things in the house. But seeing this, she took her life by consuming some rat killing poison. I saw her lifeless body on the pyre the very next day. I cried and cried and cried... but was also

myself being a police agent didnt help. My father being a criminal lawyer had several tactics to manipulate the

silent but all these years I have been saving money so that i can move out of this living hell called my

Sweety in the allotted area and went up the floors through the stairs. I knocked and was 'greeted' by Tristan as he winked and purposely brushed his arm with mine. I ignored and went towards my