Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

Once I was sure of Sameera being fine in the car, rolling down one of the windows a little for her, I went back to the gates of hell.... The Devil's Den. I spotted two girls probably of my age standing there. One was Jamini, whom I was familiar with. The other girl was dressed in a shimmery violet one piece skirt reaching to her knees with a high ponytail.

She looked elegant from a distance atleast. I reached there. Jamini introduced me to Amy and she gave me a bear hug. I smiled awkwardly. Then taking the passes from Jamini we made our way inside the club, this time from the main door.

We didn't have to wait in the long queue because of having those 'gold stamped' royalty passes. Luckily, the black jacket did an excellent job in hiding the holster and the walkie-talkie, which I had kept fastened to my waist.

We made are way inside.

Haven't these assholes ever seen a normal human female to be walking on her two feet?! I screamed in my mind.

"Wow!! Oh my God... These guys are really checking you out!!" Exclaimed a supper excited Amy. I gave her a weak smile in return.

We got inside that very 'chamber' of the club from where I almost stormed out not really knowing that I will have to return again in these very skinny clothes of Sameera. This time, all the people there were having a gala time, moving their bodies with the loud thumping of the music. Some guys were chatting while sitting on one of the round, wooden tables places near the bar. Some of the youngsters were having a competition of drinking maximum no. of shots. The dance floor was full of sweaty bodies jostling against one another as they danced hard. The fancy lights lit up the whole place taking the ambience to another level. The smell of expensive liquor filled the air leaving me choked.

Luckily, whole of this area was smoking-free zone or I would have been puking my brains out by now. There was a different section altogetherly, towards the well maintained garden which was exclusively for smoking.

Whoa! No one has really recognized me till now... I need to keep my appearance under wrapps. I reasoned.

ourselves comfortable on the bar stools while facing towards the main stage of the strippers. While I was looking for our prey to catch hold of and attack, Amy was busy drooling over the interiors of the pub along with fantasizing about having designer outfits like the

trapped in the body of mid 20s woman... I

I couldn't spot Mr. White. After taking a few sips of my mango punch, I ultimately spoke, " Amy, we don't have a millennium with us to find our White. I appreciate your guts of joining

ultimate God of

"Huh?" I was confused.

duper hot guy has his eyes glued on you! Really... He Is Drop Dead Gorgeous kinds! He's not even subtle with his staring!" She was certainly exaggerating. A can't be man be this much striking...

stanfing on the first floor over there!"

eye

A TRUE MARVEL.

defined muscles. He was leaning against the railing with a cigarette in his right hand, puffing it occasionally and all this

to smoke here?

guy was really a great creation of nature. With bold masculine features, he was quite dashing. No. Dashing could not match his standards. He was magnetic. Those chocolate brown eyes were taking a note of each and every

make each and every person turn their eyes towards him. Even in the casual sky blue shirt and black pants, he was looking sizzling. Some of his jet-black hair were falling on his eyes, giving him a rugged look. And the stubble he had

manager here or

that I was still not able to turn away.

I seen him before? Something about him reminds me about my past about which

to one side. And God! A dimple surfaced