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."

but you need to be a liar

my dear

have got a lead and we think of arresting him red

"Ok sir"

want YOU to lead this mission

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

"SIR! UMMM..."

to is the very place from where I almost dragged

stress on

on the job!"

there in the den. As always, keep it simple, very simple. You need to

"Yes sir!"

"Good luck miss Mathews."

"Thank you sir."

house to drop her, that would delay

this same dress on! All of them shall have their eyes on me giving me zero cover! I

sleeping peacefully on 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

TOY. I declared

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 soon,

an idea struck

better to have something than

Sammi! You are literally a saviour" I

*A FEW MINUTES LATER*

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 to struggle a little to fit myself

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 was the only decent piece of clothing

help of my fingers and allowed them to

then, my walkie-talkie

on the ground floor. Please keep a Bluetooth headset with you." Stated Vijay, one of the