Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

The sun rays stretched out from the clouds like long, artistic fingers as they seeped into my room from the window. It made the room warm and me, cozy. But that's not what woke me up.

My alarm clock placed on the side table had got one great job to do each day. It was of waking me up at 5 am daily. Meditation and yoga was a must for half an hour in the morning, always round the year without any exception for any day. All these years, it had never dissappointed me. But today, even that wasn't the reason I got up at 9 in the morning.

"Who turned off the alarm clock?"

Was what I had been wondering.

What actually woke me up was the yelling taking place in the living room. Though the door of my room was closed, still the shouts of father were prominent. I could hear them clearly.

For what is he shouting in this early hour of the day!?

I mentally groaned. By body was aching badly and my head seemed to be spinning, even after sleeping for more in the morning. It felt as if I had been thrown into a juicer and I was helplessly whirling in that machine.

Then, something struck me.

How did I get here? I was at the party.... in the ballroom... then, someone screamed about fire... then?

After that point, my mind was completely blank. I was clutching the bedsheet tightly as I tried to remember how I ended up in my bedroom.

Maybe a considerate and caring person helped me get here? Was it Tara? I wondered.

that person would really have been an angel.... a person with

thought mentally, with a genuine smile

The sound of the T.V. grabbed my attention and the next moment, I was peeping out of my room to hear what the distress was

ceiling of his villa located in Bandra. Apparently, the cops have also found a confession letter near the corpse were Mr. Prakash accepted his crimes including

The news reporter informed.

Thundered father. He had already become hysterical. He was relentlessly trying different numbers on his phone to see whether

confession letter matches with Mr. Prakash's. There are no signs of any struggle in the body which confirm it

damn sure there's some or the other foul play... he was perfectly fine last night! How can he possibly do this? What about the alliance now!?" To say that father was shocked would be an understatement. He was shaken on

we'll ditch it! What

my overly thrilled mind. I was barely controlling myself from screaming out loud,

pillows here and there. I had to press my hand on my mouth to prevent myself from squealing out of my uncontrollable

an inaudible laugh and grinned. I kept grinning like an idiot for a long time and then finally, let out a sigh. I was happy on someone's death. That fact itself was depressing but I simply couldn't ignore the fact that the scoundrel deserved it! Whether it was a suicide

morning shift in

kohl and put it beneath my eyes then applied some eyeliner. Unlike the other days, I decided to put on some red

time. I parked my car in its usual place behind the hospital and then punched my i-card at the security desk, marking my presence for the day. I made my way to the cabin in the 10th floor, in the Cardio-department. There, Mandira briefed me about the patients I had to operate on and a meeting I had to attend with the directors of the hospital for suggestions on any development issues of the hospital. Once done, I straightaway went to the canteen to have my breakfast. It had been a ritual now, all these years since mamma went away, I never ate in the house neither did I cook for anyone. It was just some confectionery baking I did whenever alone in the house, which was very rare. Otherwise,

guts of knocking me in a bout of arm wrestling!" He was possibly an intern from the pharmacy

the hospital, be it a doctor or a nurse or even an accountant and they were considered to be the warm blooded group full of energy. They had the responsibility of organizing the celebrations of different festivals in the hospital while we the seniors, were there to organize the birthdays. It was a system created by the directors which kept our monotonous, difficult time to have a twist, relax an enjoy! So, in a way Amateur Flock could be termed as

my head in annoyance, I would have chosen the table farthest

bet then!" I said looking at them and tilting my head a little and folding my hands, as if inviting that pharma-guy for a challenge. While the other guys checked me out from head to toe in a quizzical manner, that guy smirked. He was sexy, too be true. Black curly hair covered his forehead

the den more! Isn't it?" Whispered the most annoying part of my brain! And I grit my teeth in

guess I need to be a little soft... I promise I wont break your hand in the process" he drawled at his jibe, the sexy smirk not leaving the corner of his lips. His fellow