Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

DHANUSH'S POV

I drove like a maniac on the streets, almost banging into every second car. I soon drove into the Rajpath Marg. From the entrance of the colony itself, the rising up of the smoke was visible.

I was dreading the worst possibilities. I did not care if the cabinet lost even their chief minister but I cared a hell lot if Jennifer was affected by a single scratch.

I drove in and raced down the lane to come across the last mansion to have caught fire in its central wing. It was possibly the hall were they had arranged the anniversary ceremony.

Hell yes! They had invited the four devils, well aware of our so called business and real business. But I was not in a mood of reciprocating to any kind of conversation with anyone in my present fucked up state. While Shiv and Rudra were in Monaco, inaugurating our new hotel chain there. Abhi was in Delhi looking to any immediate threats from Phoenix.

I made a mental note of checking on Joseph whom I had given the responsibility to notify me of every damn movement of Jennifer. Then how the hell did I not come to know that she had to attend this fucking party!?

I quickly got down and stormed towards the front gates. The people there were rushing out from the main door. I was least concerned about them. I had to look for Jennifer. Going in from the front door would have only attracted unnecessary attention of the onlookers that why the hell was a multi-billionaire business tycoon dashing into a blazing mansion when all the "sane" people were moving out of it?

I took a turn and ran towards the back of the

there. From there I noticed a closed door leading inside. It had caught fire and the sparks were being emitted. I dashed into it with my shoulder colliding the wooden frame

real mess. The fire had been spreading in an alarming rate, because of all the synthetic materials used to decorate the room. All of the room had got vacant with people rushing out from the main door. The smoke was making it difficult for seeing through the room clearly. If

movement difficult. I tried to adjust my eyes amidst the blck smoke. I kept on moving, and then.... I saw her

my

me, absolutely still with no attempts to get out of the "pre-heated oven" without

body, the sparks of fire were almost burning her skin, making it red, but oblivious to all of it,

features were very tense. She had escaped in her trance reliving some trauma of her past. She was constantly murmuring something. I was perplexed. I jerked her a little but she

safe outside. I cupped her cheeks and whispered ,"Sweetheart, we need to move out. Please relax and breathe." To this she turned her gaze towards me and

balanced her in my arms and picked her up in the bridal style. I soon started moving to the back door. Luckily, we made it out of the house

her with seat-belt. Her body had turned red due to the furnace like conditions she had been in all this while. We soon moved out of Rajpath Marg and started to her house. I drove down the road once in

out of my seat. I jogged to the to the passenger side and opened the door. I firstly took out her house's spare key from the glove compartment and slid it in my

had made him do it for any situation where I had to "visit" her unannounced, ofcourse. Each night, I had been restless on my bed and had somehow stopped myself from breaking into her

the 2nd floor button. All the while, I had been staring at her face. It took tonnes of restrain to not loose my mind and refrain myself from doing more just caressing her. At the back of the mind, I was contemplating

surroundings. I slid my arm around her waist, keeping her steady while from the other, unlocked the door. Then again taking her in my arms, I got in