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.

noses were touching with our lips inches apart. Kissing

the sides of skirt but couldn't do anything except it as behind me stood

to my touch..... and you

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

after like 5 minutes, one of the lawyers called me out,"Miss Mathews, please go through these papers and sign them." He said. I walked to them and with every step my heart slammed

one the sleek steel grey colored cars... which I guessed to be Range-Rover. The lawyer, in a black shirt handed me a transparent writing pad with

escape now! I had to to this.... this was really

pen from that man, I sensed that similar heat radiating at my back. He was standing just

of

ridiculous

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

you didn't read the clauses mentioned in the papers." He spoke with a lowered

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!"

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

then realization kicked me on my butt as I realized that the man whom I just called a filthy animal was standing behind me. I was freaking out. I knees were in the

outburst. A sweat