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.

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

and grazed my skin there with his nose. I clutched the sides of skirt but couldn't do anything except it as behind me stood the non-budging wall. While his touch

touch..... and you won't

eye, he turned to join the legal team at the back, leaving me crimson coloured

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

to 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 the

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

similar heat radiating at my back. He was

without glancing anything else on the paper other than the instruction of writing the name to be used as the official one after marriage. Which meant, I had to

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

interrupted me as I was about to slam the writing pad on the car's

papers." He spoke with a lowered gaze, specifically because of the man standing behind

marrying a rabid

were horrid gasps across the area. Even the guards were staring 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

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 filthy animal was standing behind me. I was freaking out. I knees were in the state where they could

the consequences I could face for my impulsive outburst. A sweat beads rolled down from the side my forehead due to