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.

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

in the body of mid 20s woman...

taking a few sips of my mango punch, I ultimately spoke, " Amy, we don't have a millennium with us to find

HE.... The ultimate God of

"Huh?" I was confused.

his eyes glued on you! Really... He Is Drop Dead Gorgeous kinds! He's not even

is stanfing on the first floor over

eye sight and finally spotted

A TRUE MARVEL.

taller than 6 feet. He had a broad figure with well defined muscles. He was leaning against the railing with a cigarette in his right hand, puffing it occasionally and all this

he allowed to smoke here?

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

Even in the casual sky blue shirt and black pants, he was looking sizzling. Some of

he doing in the VIP booth? Is he yhe manager here or some businessman... Or an actor? But, he has got some

fact that I was still not able to turn

reminds me about my past

and slowly tilted his head to one side. And God! A dimple surfaced on his right