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.

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

except it as behind me stood the non-budging wall. While his touch

willing to submit to my touch..... and

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

go through these papers and sign them." He said. I walked to them

finally reached to one the sleek steel grey colored cars... which I guessed to be Range-Rover. The

now! I had to

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

else on the paper other than the instruction of writing the name

ridiculous clause so I scribbled my name as :- Jennifer Mathews

as I was about to slam the writing pad

spoke with a lowered gaze,

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

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

that the man whom I just called a filthy animal was standing behind me. I was

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