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."

I lied again although I was feeling bad for having done so with my considerate boss but you need to be a liar sometimes, to

dear friend

got a lead and we think of

"Ok sir"

well, I want YOU to lead this mission in the

DAMN STEERING WHEEL RIGHT NOW AND YOU EXPECT ME

"SIR! UMMM..."

That the place you are referring to is the very place from where I almost dragged your 'dutiful' officer and

on each word.

I am on the

officers there in the den. As always, keep it simple, very simple. You need to get hold of Roger White. I'm sending you the image and the other

"Yes sir!"

"Good luck miss Mathews."

"Thank you sir."

some residential house in a non towing area. I couldn't go back to Sameera's house to

inside with this same dress on! All of them shall have their

along with patches formed on her face due to her constant crying, she still looked beautiful and surprisingly innocent. No one,

TOY. I declared

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 soon, she introduced me to one of her seniors. Since

idea struck

to have something than

are literally a saviour"

*A FEW MINUTES LATER*

heard it right... She was now clad in salwar kameez while I had to struggle a little to fit

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 was the only decent piece of clothing over those tiny

combed it with the help of my fingers and allowed them to cascade down my

my walkie-talkie

six stationed at the back exit of the Den, near the club's patio on the ground floor. Please keep