Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

I smiled gently at him and again threw a bucket of cuss words at my tormenter. Certainly he manipulated all his guards, servants around him, torturing them to work for him!

Poor them! I sighed and continued,"Well, Champ is the trophy I got in my 12th grade for being the arounder in the five section." I spoke with a triumphant smile."Charlie is my all time favorite Rubics cube. And Coco, my dearest coffee mug."

"And as for Sweety-" but I was cut in by that hypnotic, deep voice.

"That ridiculous red coloured hybrid of alto and nano of yours." Completed my captor.

I narrowed my eyes at him. If I hated him earlier for who he was, now I despised him to entirely a different level for calling my Sweety 'ridiculous red coloured hybrid of alto and nano'.

Nevertheless, I continued.

"And fourth and most importantly..." I stopped, mid-way, and turned my gaze to the floor. My breath quickened and I felt my cheeks burn.

... You won't force me on the bed." I somehow completed my point.

And finally, with that tilted head, he fave me a lazy smile and straightened. I felt my core quiver in..... want... need? Hell No! Nothing of that sort! My stomach simply churned with anxiety.

lips inches apart. Kissing him... again and that too in front of so many people was the last thing

it as behind me stood the

to submit to my touch..... and you

in a blink of eye, he turned to join the legal team at

me out,"Miss Mathews, please go through these papers and

cars... which I guessed to be Range-Rover. The lawyer, in a black shirt handed me a

had no escape now! I had to to this.... this was

sensed that similar heat radiating at my back. He was standing just

else on the paper other than the instruction of writing the name to be used as the official one after marriage. Which

no mood of bending in front of this ridiculous clause so I scribbled my

frightened look interrupted me as I was about to slam the writing pad on the

read the clauses mentioned in the papers." He spoke with a lowered gaze, specifically because of the man standing

last string of patience in me with that and almost spat," I still would have been forced to sign it even if it mentioned me marrying a rabid dog! So doesn't make a fucking difference for me!" I snapped as I banged the writing pad on the bonnet and

at me with utter shock. The legal clan took a back step away from where they stood. While the guards seemed to be waiting for a shooting order from their boss. I couldn't blame them, afterall, I just compared the Mafia king to a sick dog. But they couldn't blame me too! I wasn't experienced in handling insane men threatening me to

bonnet of the Range-Rover and exhaled heavily. I calmed down but then realization kicked me on my butt as I realized that the man whom I just called a

I could face for my impulsive outburst. A sweat beads