Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

After giving Mandira some last moment instructions, immediately I winded up my stuff from the desk and made my way to the elevator. My forehead had gained a wrinkles of anxiety by the time I reached the basement, to my car. Dont get mistaken of thinking them to have appeared out of nervousness of meeting that Mayank-freaking-Prakash. Well, quite the opposite! They were out of the worry of how to save myself from all the legal shit if I ended up shooting that bastard between his eyes! SAVAGE 'me'... isn't it?

I drove back to home, purposely driving Sweety at the speed of 30 KMPH. At a point, even an old man riding a cycle overtook me. I was amused and ended laughing at my childishness.

I reached my hell on this Earth, parked my car and made my way up the stairs. I was literally climbing one step at a time and then counting till ten. I glanced on my phone to check the time. It had been one and a half hour, since I had left HOPE, The soul reason why I found 18 missed calls from father. But this time, I didn't dread about the consequences of ignoring his calls. Surely he had that much of sense of not leaving me bruised just before I was about to attend a party with my for-now-fiance.

At last I reached and pressed the bell. The door opened revealing Tristan. He was wearing a hot pink velvet coat over a white shirt, looking outrageously hideous! He had pushed his hair back with gel, and had several studs on his eyebrows. If he got some magenta strips on his pink coat, I bet he would have resemled the 'pink panther'.

"You here at last, Sweety?" He said while leaning on the door's frame.

"Unfortunately yes." I replied while walking past him.

"So our chicken laying golden eggs is finally home huh?" He continued. I ignored the taunt.

"Dress up. Dad informed that your soon-to-be-husband will be here in 15 minutes." He informed casually while his eyes fixated on the porn movie running on the T.V.

father was really

once. I was used to my comfortable t-shirts, denim jeans and some handful of full-sleeve kurtis. The kurtis were especially to hide away and marks I got due to some wrathful encounter between me and father.

on red , shimmery off-shoulder lehenga with a net dupatta on it.I thought of pairing it with a simple heart shaped locket. I had almost ransacked the jewellery

titan watch on my left hand, I looked for some bracelet

which somehow took my breath away. It had

had

was ready with everything to wear for the anniversary party. I proceeded further towards the door to latch it. I was about

hell

pushed the door hard and barged into the room, knocking me at

I was about to wear, had he

lot?" He asked narrowing his eyes, and stroking his

said in overly calm

and held me by my shoulders.

me?" He spat in an agonized

mine." He shouted as if I was deaf. I simply rolled my eyes. A blockhead lover was the