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 an angel....

a genuine smile on

tracks. The sound of the

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

The news reporter informed.

No! No! It's a murder! I am damn sure! What the 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

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

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

ditch it!

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

wanted to rejoice, laugh and throw pillows here and there. I had to press my hand on my mouth to prevent myself from

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

for a morning shift in the hospital and later to an

eyeliner. Unlike the other days, I decided to put on some red lipstick and

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.

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 there hooted

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

and shaking my head in annoyance, I would have chosen the table farthest to them. But... as today was not a regular sucked up day, I went for a

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 sexy, too be true. Black curly hair covered his forehead while his emerald eyes shone in

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

be a little soft... I promise I wont break your hand in the process" he drawled at his jibe, the sexy smirk not leaving the corner of