Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

How dare someone openly say such words to my friend that too in a drunken state!?

I was pissed. My knuckles were turning white because of the pressure with which I was clutching the steering wheel of Sweety.

I was disgusted with the situation I was in. I hate night clubs, pubs and parties to be specific. They are absolutely no fun! It's simply a way of flaunting yourself.

DRESS, GO, GET DRUNK, HOWL LIKE WASTED PACK OF WOLVES, BREAK THE DANCE FLOOR WITH THE GODDAMN HEELS!

Nothing else.. Now if I'm told to visit a disgusting place like a stripping club that too to get hold of a wild, wasted girl whose eager to strip in front of hundreds of people eye-fucking her, what reaction do you expect? Well, honestly...I FEEL LIKE PULLING MY HAIR OUT WITH MY BARE HANDS!!

I was not at all in a position to drive back home as I was bone tired. But as I wanted to reach home alive so I started the engine and buckled the seat belts of Sameera and me. She had passed out by then.

Just when I was about to pull off away from the Den, my walkie-talkie buzzed.

NO! NOT AGAIN! Let me sleep for God's sake... or else I shall doze off right on this road I swear!!

Reluctantly, I received the call.

"Agent Jennifer Mathews?" The DGP enquired.

"Yes Sir! reporting." I replied promptly even though I had a scowl on my face.

"Is Sub-Inspecter Sameera Verma with you? Actually, she isn't responding to any of the notifications sent to her!" The DGP asked worriedly.

Hell yes sir! She is with me after having four tequila shots and a bottle of double malt whisky... absolutely 'attentive.' Should I blurt this out!?

I scoffed.

"Umm... sir, she is with me but not really in the best of her health! She was suffering from cramps in the stomach so now she has lied down for a while." I lied, all the while crossing my fingers.

"Oh! Is that so? Please take care of her Jennifer."

my considerate boss but you need to be a liar sometimes, to save your dear friend. I can't possibly let Sameera be punished for getting drunk

my dear

a lead and we think of

"Ok sir"

I want YOU to

ROTATING THIS DAMN STEERING WHEEL RIGHT NOW AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BEAT

"SIR! UMMM..."

say? That the place you are referring to is the very place from

The DGP asked, putting stress on each word. Indirectly, indicating: NO

the

sending a team of 6 officers there in the den. As always, keep it simple, very simple. You need to get hold of Roger White. I'm

"Yes sir!"

"Good luck miss Mathews."

"Thank you sir."

a non towing area. I couldn't go back to Sameera's house to drop her,

on! All of them shall have their eyes on me giving me

the front passenger seat. Although her face was smeared with black color due to the smudged mascara and kajal, along with patches formed on her face due to her constant crying, she still looked beautiful and surprisingly innocent. No one, absolutely no one has got the right of belittling her inner beauty and outer

I

to the same dance classes. She left the classes due to waning interest, while I continued. But that didn't break our contact with one another. We remained the best of friends. Then, I eventually started helping her in some cases of hers in getting information. And

idea

to

ton Sammi! You are literally a saviour"

*A FEW MINUTES LATER*

of the car after completing the herculean task of swapping my clothes with hers. YUP! You heard it right... She was now clad in salwar kameez while I had

reached my thigh. The crop top was revealing a good amount of my cleavage. The black straps of the crop top were so thin that I feared the crop top doesn't fall off. The black jacket seemed to be 'my knight in shining armor' which

opened my braided hair, combed it with the help of my fingers and allowed them to cascade down my

my walkie-talkie

exit of the Den, near the club's patio on the ground floor. Please keep a Bluetooth headset with you." Stated Vijay,