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."

sir." 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 save your

my dear

we have got a lead and we think

"Ok sir"

want YOU to lead this mission in

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

"SIR! UMMM..."

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

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

am on the job!"

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

"Yes sir!"

"Good luck miss Mathews."

"Thank you sir."

Sameera's house to drop her, that would delay the mission. So

can't go inside with this same dress on! All of them shall have their

face was smeared with black color due to the smudged mascara and kajal, along with patches formed on her face

TOY. I

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,

an idea struck

better to have something than

You are

*A FEW MINUTES LATER*

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 in those

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

braided hair, combed it with the help of my fingers and

my walkie-talkie

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