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.

person would really have

a genuine

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 was peeping out of my room to

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

The news reporter informed.

murder! I am damn sure! What the hell! How did this happen?!" Thundered father. He had already become hysterical. He was

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

or 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 sudden

ditch it!

I was barely controlling myself from screaming

press

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

had to go for a morning shift in

the other days, I decided to 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.

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

guts of knocking me in a bout of arm wrestling!" He was possibly an intern from the pharmacy department.

energy. They had the responsibility of organizing the celebrations of different festivals in the hospital while we the seniors, were

I would have chosen the table farthest to them. But... as today was not a regular sucked up day, I went for a

for a challenge. While the other guys checked me

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

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