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.

really have been an

with a

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 was peeping out of my room to hear what the distress

his villa located in Bandra. Apparently, the cops have also found a confession letter near the corpse were

The news reporter informed.

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

Prakash's. There are no signs of any struggle in the body which confirm it to be a self-willed

this? What about the

ditch it! What

was barely controlling myself from screaming out loud, giggle and dance in

press my hand on my mouth to prevent myself from squealing out of my

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

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

enjoy the day as it came. That's the reason why I decided to put on a little makeup and give myself a new, 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 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 had his

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 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,

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

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... as today was not

other guys checked

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 my

guess I need to be a little soft... I promise I wont break your hand in the process" he drawled at his