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.

clear now that father was

respond back. I made my way to my room. I walked to my shelf, now overflowing with designer gowns, lehengas, sarees, mini-skirts and a lot more clothes wrapped in jacketed boxes which I had not even glanced for 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

some tussle, I decided on red , shimmery off-shoulder lehenga with a net

my left hand, I looked for some bracelet for

bracelet which somehow took my breath away. It had Cresent moons and stars dangling

had

everything to wear for the anniversary party. I proceeded further towards the door to latch

the hell

was Tristan. He pushed the door hard and barged into the room, knocking me at a

to wear, had

He asked narrowing his eyes, and stroking his chin

in overly calm tone, through

and held me

spat in an agonized way. I frowned in

you to be mine." He shouted as if I was deaf. I simply rolled my eyes. A blockhead