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.

whoever it was, that person would really have been an angel....

mentally, with a genuine smile

towards the bathroom when I halted on my tracks. The sound of the T.V. grabbed my attention and the next moment, I was peeping out of my

inform that Mr. Mayank Prakash was found hanging from the ceiling of his villa located in Bandra. Apparently, the cops have also found a confession letter near the corpse were Mr. Prakash accepted

The news reporter informed.

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

Mr. Prakash's. There are no

can he possibly do this?

we'll ditch

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

and throw pillows here and there. I had to press my hand on my

I simply couldn't ignore the fact that the scoundrel deserved it! Whether it was a suicide or a murder, I didn't know and till a point, cared the least. But I was beyond glad that now, I was free! Again.... like my older times!

go for a morning shift in the hospital and later

my eyes then applied some eyeliner. Unlike the other days, I decided to put on some red lipstick and have a genuine, sweet smile on my face today. Lastly, by applying a small black bindi between my eyes,

I made my way to HOPE. Today, the traffic didn't seem to annoy me. I had to wait in a jam for around 30 minutes but I enjoyed 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 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

floor, today genuinely returning the smiles the passersby were giving me. As I entered, I heard someone from the 'Amateur Flock' shout, "Absolutely no one has got the guts of

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

I would 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

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

annoying part of my brain! And I grit my

process" he drawled at his jibe, the sexy smirk not leaving the corner