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.

have been an angel.... a person with

with a genuine smile on my

quickly got up from the bed and was about to proceed towards the bathroom when I halted on my tracks. The sound of the T.V. grabbed my attention and the next moment, I

from the ceiling of his villa located in Bandra. Apparently, the cops

The news reporter informed.

had already become

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

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 this

ditch

was barely controlling myself from screaming

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

death. That fact itself was depressing but 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! I couldn't contain my happiness anymore and decided to make

morning shift in the hospital and later to an oldage home in

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 completed the look. To be true,

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

entered, I heard someone from the 'Amateur Flock' shout, "Absolutely no one has got the guts of knocking

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

have chosen the table farthest to them. But...

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

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

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