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.

would really have been an angel.... a

with a genuine

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

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 his crimes including him being a

The news reporter informed.

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

police informed that the handwriting in the confession letter matches with Mr. Prakash's. There are no signs

other foul play... he was perfectly fine last night! How can he possibly do this? What about the

ditch it!

screaming out loud, giggle and dance in the middle of the living

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

and locked my 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

morning shift in the hospital and later to an oldage home in the evening, close

fresh avatar. I used the kohl and put it beneath my eyes then applied some eyeliner. Unlike the other days, I decided to put on some red lipstick and have a genuine, sweet

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

of knocking me in a bout of arm wrestling!" He was possibly an intern from the pharmacy department. The other guy joined him, " True! He is unbeatable!" The other guys present

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

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

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

still, you like the chocolate brown ones from the den more! Isn't it?" Whispered the most annoying part of my brain! And I grit my teeth in response, still having the confident look on

be a little soft... I promise I wont break your hand in the process"