Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

DHANUSH'S POV

Fuck Buddies :- Surely more than the total number of leaves a gulmohar tree could bear on a spring morning.

Flings :- Had enough to produce a population half of a fucking continent!

Girlfriends :- (Well, as I had never really been a stable-relationship king of guy... you can still expect less in this department) Only equal to the number of hair you have on your head. Certainly less for my fucking standards! Isn't it?

But one look at this woman standing in front of me, and I could say that if fate had knocked my door beforehand and told me about her, I would have certainly remained a celibate till I got her!

Jennifer

My Jennifer

My little dragon spitting out fire whenever she got a chance.

Currently, she had been staring at her engagement ring as if it had been the very thing missing from her life, and now that she had it, she shall cling to it like her breathes depended on it. The ring was going too well with her caramel colored skin. The diamonds shone as if they had finally found the perfect person on whom they could sparkle like the stars themselves! The ring looked so damn perfect on her or maybe, she was perfect for it... Hell! Whatever she connected herself to, it only seemed to beautify! ... And it was compelling me to adorn my fireball with all the jewels on this world, make her look more ravishing, pamper her with everything, every-fucking-thing!

If it were on me, I would have gone up the dark sky, rob the dark sky from all its shining stars, then thread them into a necklace and slide it around her slender neck.

I had never felt so attached and attracted to a girl before. This felt so real! As if telling me that all these years my previous hook-ups had been sheer waste of time, money and energy. ( not to mention, wastage of condoms too!)

I bet if it would have been two weeks back the time-line, I would have been my old self of fucking my way into five sextual harassment lawsuits, in one month. I sometimes felt as if the 20% of the annual profit of our empire went straight to make sure that the assistant, sometimes some hotel's front-desk receptionist, or some employee of my branch didn't go wild fot getting dumped later on once I was done with them.( Sextual harassment my ass! I am damn sure each one of them would have literally begged to me when I had refused them a release! Bloody Gold diggers)

But seeing this girl absolutely not giving a shit to my wealth was something I was really admiring.

to do so, I shall consider it as betrayal. And trust me Sweetheart when I say I hate traitors like anything!" I commanded sternly in a tone as hard as vibranium, my gaze fixated over Jennifer. For a second, I thought she had been regarding me with an emotion close to overwhelm but soon that surreal feeling dissapeared from her face as she realised that the ring was

contracted, as if she looked conflicted what to come up with next. But I didn't give her the privilege of continuing the conversation. I had a deadline to meet. This could not be continued endlessly. And anyway, if she had anything against me, we could still continue the talk in our bedroom later. But now, I had a wedding to prepare for, a marraige to happen, some people to invite and a grand ceremony to organize. Not to forget, to prepare everything for

pricked a needle in her neck. Her brows twitched a bit for the little pain caused

And low and behold,

fell asleep

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to make sure that the Justin guy, or whoever he was stayed away from her. I didn't really have plans of letting her go out in the open, once she became my wife. It was too risky for her! I didn't want her to become that morsel of food which the fishermen use to get

if she by any chance went outside, I

came no response. Just as I was about to pin a bullet or two, the door finally opened revealing an angry Justin. He seemed as if he had been just about to

He questioned

shall not think twice before emptying this gun in your dick!"

of my armed men marched

table sprang up and was now tossing and tumbling here and there searching for her shreads of clothing. And without sparing a glance on my

myself comfortable on the cheap velvety sofa and placed my legs on the tea-table infront of me. I had enough of time till my men collected the entire stuff from Jennifer's

his saucer-wide eyes and agape mouth

his attention to my words and not my expensive suit or handsome face.(Not at all

recovered and spoke,"It's Tristan...

name had been Shitface." I quipped. This guy was one of the reasons why Jennifer didn't like living here, and I was sure to roast him with

shut up, probably offended

to stay away from her if you happen to cross her path some day in the future.... even if I don't really think it shall be so.." I spoke while casually caressing

fear, and I knew my arrow had hit

shuddering but know with a