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.

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

mentally, with a

sound of the T.V. grabbed my attention and

was found hanging from the ceiling of his villa located in Bandra. Apparently, the cops have also found

The news reporter informed.

damn sure! What the hell! How did this happen?!" Thundered father. He had already become hysterical. He was relentlessly trying different numbers on his phone to see whether the news

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

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 this

ditch it! What

mind. I was barely controlling myself from screaming out loud, giggle and dance in the middle of the living

I had to press my hand on my mouth to prevent myself from

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

ment I had to go for a morning shift in the hospital

put on some red lipstick and have a genuine, sweet smile on

the wait while listening to my favorite Kishore Kumar hits. Then finally, I reached the hospital within 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

has got the guts of knocking me in a bout of arm wrestling!" He was possibly an

Flock' was a title given each year, to the new staff of 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

have rolled my eyes and shaking my head in annoyance, I would have chosen the table farthest to them. But... as today was not a regular sucked up day,

if inviting that pharma-guy for a challenge. While the other guys checked me out from

from the den more! Isn't it?" Whispered the most annoying part of my brain!

hand in the process" he drawled at his jibe, the sexy smirk not leaving the corner of his lips. His fellow