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.

was, that person would really have been an angel.... a person with golden

mentally, with a

my tracks. The sound of the T.V. grabbed my

Apparently, the cops have also

The news reporter informed.

father. He had already become hysterical. He

in the confession letter matches with Mr. Prakash's. There are no signs of

night! How can he possibly do this? What about the alliance now!?" To say that father was shocked would be an

ditch it!

thrilled mind. I was barely controlling myself from screaming

I had to press my hand on my mouth to

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

ment I had to go for a morning shift in the hospital and later to an oldage home in the evening, close

other days, I decided to put on some red lipstick and have a genuine, sweet

Sweety, then 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

giving me. As I entered, I heard someone from the 'Amateur Flock' shout, "Absolutely no one has got the guts of knocking me in a bout of arm

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 monotonous, difficult time to have a twist, relax an enjoy! So, in a way Amateur Flock could be termed as the freshers of

eyes and shaking my head in annoyance, I would have chosen the table

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 while his

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

be a little soft... I promise I wont break your hand in the process" he drawled at his