Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

DHANUSH'S POV

"Cum for me baby." I rasped in the ears of Julie, Maria...hell whatever her name was. "Mmmmhh" came a response as I pumped three of my fingers within her core.

Currently, I was in one of the clubs of Mumbai 'foreplaying' with one of the waitress. I purposely chose some dingy, dark corner of the club, where I couldn't see her face. I had kept my eyes shut tightly imagining that girl's face coming each night in my wet dreams - Jennifer. I was getting restless for not being able to see her all these days. I had to vent it out somewhere....

I had decided to get her one week after, looking at her security from my rivals which was also a concern. And apart from it, I had many more deals and trading to do.

Moreover, it was not a cakewalk to control the arms, bomb and the drug racket across the country and beyond it. It possessed untold, unseen and almost invisible threats. I couldn't straightaway go and get her. I need to look for a correct time and then make a move. We had a hell lot of rivals than friends and making Jennifer their easy target was the last thing I wanted to happen.

If kissing her was a colossal mistake of mine, then digging information about her was even a more grave blunder I had done. It had been two days since we had changed the baits.

FLASHBACK STARTS :-

"I want her.... until forever!" I announced determined to make her mine.

"Then we need to find a way to get through Dhoopar! Rejecting his proposal shall only threaten our well established syndicate. The drug-dealing cannot be hampered at any cost." Interjected Shiv, who till now had been quietly assessing the situation.

Yes, it was true. I was treading the dangerous waters by giving up Nayantara and going for Jennifer. That meant no relaxation from the government restrictions, which in long term basis would only deviate us from our ultimate goal.

Disruption of the drug supply in the black market meant loss of control on the shares, which could crumble the sacrifices we had put in to build up this network since the last ten years. The Russians were unusally quite for the last three months, and if they struck us when we were already low with the profits, it could be a lethal blow, altogetherly. This was one of the reasons why I had not rightaway claimed Jennifer.

There was only way of overcoming this hurdle, only if....

track, Abhi can tread over mine." I asserted. The moment the words left my mouth, I dare say I saw a mysterious glint in Abhi's eyes. Yes, the Hunter of our bombast of devils who was known to be the most merciless out of the four of us, seemed to be drawn in the proposition, for a

his interest with nonchalance"What do you mean

This caught

for Jennifer,

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called Ayaan to provide me with all the information regarding my tigress. He had provided me with all the information within an

my table laid the file of Jennifer Mathews, with her full name on it. It didn't have any particular info regarding her childhood except for the school she had attended in Mumbai. A strange sense of pride filled my chest when I glanced at her academic excellence. She had always been a number one student, be it her school, college or university. She was even chosen in an university based on full scholarship. Every time I would flip a page of the file, each time she seemed to claim another piece of

had not even given a thought close to her being a police agent along with actually being a cardiac surgeon. The file was basically her whole life printed on those white sheets of paper, only excluding her childhood, and details like date of birth, name of parents. This alarmed me

a problem in knowing more about her by

block-B on the second floor of the four storeyed building. Plus,

mistaken. That's because she had her morning and night shifts reserved for her hospital called HOPE. That was not far off from my penthouse, barely a 15 minute drive as my penthouse was located in the heart of the city. While on the weekends,

of the month were reserved for her dance class, where she learnt Kathak (a type of Indian dance form) On every first and second Saturdays of the month, she visited an oldage home to greet all the 'grandpas and grandmas' she had there. Apart from it, she was a skilled

years and filthy brother who didn't miss a chance to hit on her.

and a guy keeping his eyes off her only meant either he was gay or seriously impotent. Not that girls couldn't kill one another for having

personal cabin, was that she had been already engaged to

MINE... ALL MINE!" I shouted as one of my punches landed on the L.E.D screen breaking it and leaving my

a single moment. She was now getting under my skin. And then... I saw a few pictures clicked of hers,

pout adoring her face with closed eyes as she tried to

scowling at the camera, as

fell on her face wetting in. It was an overall dark photo except for once when the lightning struck and the photo was taken in the rain. She