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.

whoever it was, that person would really have been an angel.... a person

a genuine

proceed towards the bathroom when I halted on my tracks. The sound of the T.V. grabbed my attention and

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.

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

can he possibly do this? What about the alliance now!?" To say

ditch it!

my overly thrilled mind. I was barely controlling myself from screaming out loud, giggle and dance in the middle of the living

here and there. I had to press my hand

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

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

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

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 had were all from the canteen or some

no one has got the guts of knocking me in a bout of

They had the responsibility of organizing the celebrations of different festivals in

chosen the table farthest

a challenge. While the other guys checked me out from head to toe in a quizzical manner, that guy

chocolate brown ones from the den more! Isn't it?" Whispered the most annoying part of my brain! And I grit

soft... I promise I wont break your hand in the process" he drawled at his jibe, the sexy smirk