Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

What the hell just happened? Did he just offer me with this bundle of shit in exchange of marrying that demon?

I whispered to myself. I raked my fingers through my hair in despair.

How could a person stoop so low? Did he think me to be his goddamn whore who could get herself laid for a bunch of notes? Didn't he have some morals? Maybe he could buy this damn world with his filthy money but certainly not my self-dignity and self-respect. And marraige!? It wasn't a shitty joke! Those seven rounds around the sacred fire held great worth and importance in my heart. I couldn't sell myself to any Tom Dick or Harry passing my way!

My feet were itching to run upstairs, confront him and give him a tight slap which makes him fall at a side with a big thud! And I knew it wasn't possible to do so but afterall, nobody taxes you to atleast dream something like that...

As every success story starts with a dream.

(Savage me!)

importent question about which I had no

he get to know so much about me? My name, my dance class address

more importantly that handsome bastard who just now made

fown on the floor. I bent down to pick it up and as I did, I found five to six pairs of eyes staring at me completely baffled. And.... my cheeks turned crimson

eyes at me and shook her head lightly in dejection. Her eyes conveyed that she had not thought of me to get involved

took a step towards her in order to justify my fucking self and tell my side of the story. But wordlessly, she lifted her hand and showed me her palm signalling me to stop on my tracks. Me face crumbled. She hadn't expected me to go kissing around any

giving up on

going well down