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.

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

with a genuine smile on my

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

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

The news reporter informed.

How did this happen?!" Thundered father. He had already become hysterical. He was relentlessly trying different numbers on his phone

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

How can he possibly do this? What

we'll ditch

from screaming out

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

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....

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

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 completed the look. To be true, I was looking pretty. I gave an ear-to-ear smile to myself looking at the mirror and then collecting my phone and the other essentials, I made my way out of the house. Luckily, by the time I got to the living room, father had already left somewhere while Tristan

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

I heard someone from the 'Amateur Flock' shout, "Absolutely no one has got the guts of knocking me in a bout of arm wrestling!" He was possibly an intern from the pharmacy department. The other guy

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

sucking day, 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

like I am up for a bet then!" I said looking at 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 head to toe in a quizzical manner, that guy smirked. He was

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

in the process" he drawled at