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.

it was, that person would really have been

with a genuine smile

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 was peeping out of my room to hear what the distress

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.

The news reporter informed.

the hell! How did this happen?!" Thundered father. He had already become hysterical.

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

can he possibly do this?

we'll ditch it!

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

press my hand on my mouth to prevent myself from squealing

door. Leaning on my back on the closed door, I let out 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 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 this day

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

put on some red lipstick and have a genuine, sweet smile on my face today. Lastly,

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, all the meals I had were all from the canteen or

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

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

have chosen 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

part of my brain! And I grit my teeth in response, still having the confident look

break your hand in the process" he drawled at his jibe, the sexy smirk not leaving the corner of