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.

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

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

complete the sentence ever as I pricked a needle in her neck. Her brows twitched a bit for the little pain caused but soon, her stressed muscles relaxed and she let her body go

And low and behold,

tigress fell asleep in my

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Jennifer didn't want any of the people out there in the world to get to know about our marriage but I wanted 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

by any chance went outside, I didn't want this Justin

to pin a bullet or two, the door finally opened revealing an angry Justin. He seemed as if he had been just about to slam himself within some random chic

He questioned

you let my guards in by being a good kid or I shall not think twice before emptying this gun in your dick!" I deadpanned in 'I-am-not -here-to-hear-your-shit'

in clamping his trash-bin shut. All of my armed men marched inside Jennifer's room. As I made my way inside, I really did prove myself correct.... well

sprang up and was now tossing and tumbling here and there searching for her shreads of clothing. And without sparing

till my

at the door, with his

said to draw his attention to my words and not my expensive suit

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 my words atleast, if not

probably offended but didn't

So, I just thought of dropping by and warning you to stay away from her if you happen to cross her path some

shuddered in fear, and I knew

not like this!" He said out of the blue, still shuddering but know with a different fervour, as