Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

The double doors opened as two red uniformed men pulled it revealing a grand ballroom behind it. The theme of the party seemed to be golden and silver colors. I again stood at the entrance, gawking at the decorations done. And again, Mayank pulled me in as I got lost admiring the preparations done for their special day.

The entire decor was giving me a feeling as if I was about to meet a king and queen of some state.

To the left of the hall was a wooden stage set up for the couple to address their guests. It was decorated with numerous photos of Mr. and Mrs. Dhoopar in their youthful days. They really looked deep in love.

There were several tables placed for the guests which were assigned by their names. Mr. Sumit led the way and the rest of the two of us followed. There were atleast 200 people present in the ceremony leading to quite a lot of hustle and bustle. Luckily, our table was in the front row.

Once seated, I took a sweeping look at my surroundings.

While Mr. Dhoopar was busy attending to his guests, most likely the ministers of the cabinet, Mrs. Dhoopar on the other hand, could not stop gushing about her diamond necklace and earrings set.

"Pretty amusing!" I thought, giving a half smile.

Mr. Dhoopar was a tall man in his late 60s, a very sophisticated person though. Each and every word he spoke was measured, calculated. He had a french beard with grey eyes, that gave him a don't-mess-with-me look. He had worn a black three piece suit. I was fascinated with the way he was carrying himself, with great authority.

"Still, he doesn't have the enigma like that stranger in the den." My subconscious mind whispered.

What!? From where did that come from? I winced on... I don't know what. That guy wasn't ready to leave my head.

blue eyes. She and the other ladies

one other and perfectly perfect for each other too!" I

Several girls, around my age were busy taking hundreds of selfies there. Some guys were chatting and flirting with the 'chics' they

favorite though... Haven't I told you about her? Well.... she's my favorite pink coloured salvar kameez. I repeat... Do Not Judge Me. I like

garden, fully decorated with scented

short, everything was

I waiter come towards me, with a tray, full of differently coloured liquids in

Martini?" He asked bringing the tray in front of me. I kept mum. This

or alcohol. I didn't even know the difference between the two if any. What should I supposingly say? I kept staring at the glasses, embarrassed, my face acquiring a red

The person asked

in front of these filthy rich people. To my

water please." I stammered. But luckily, the waiter didn't give me a

And then, he

one of these people, hence this sudden change of company, status was making

streets? Atleast, she is that primitive in her taste and knowledge for sure!" Mayank said, in an exasperated way, clenching

I was shell-shocked.

is concerned, you are the very first person to eye-fuck me, apart from the boys here,in this dress of

their faces, but didn't as I knew the grave consequences it would lead to. So, I went