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 person with

with a genuine smile

of the T.V. grabbed my attention and the next moment, I was

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

The news reporter informed.

had already become hysterical. He was relentlessly trying different numbers on his phone to see whether the news was accurate or a

confession letter matches with Mr. Prakash's. There are no signs of any struggle

he possibly do this? What about the alliance now!?" To say that father was shocked would be an understatement. He was

we'll ditch it! What

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

and throw pillows here and there. I had to press my hand on my mouth to prevent myself from squealing out of

depressing but I simply couldn't ignore the fact that the scoundrel deserved it! Whether

for a morning shift in the hospital and later to

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

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

floor, today genuinely returning the smiles the passersby were giving me. As I entered, I heard someone from the 'Amateur Flock' shout, "Absolutely no one has got the guts of knocking me in a bout of arm wrestling!" He was possibly an intern from the pharmacy department. The other guy joined him, " True!

was a title given each year, to the new staff of the hospital, be it a doctor or a 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 the hospital while we the seniors, were there to organize the birthdays. It was a

would have rolled my eyes and shaking my head in annoyance, I would have chosen the table farthest to them. But... as today was not

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 guy smirked. He was sexy, too be true. Black curly hair

it?" Whispered the most annoying part of my brain! And I grit my teeth in response, still having the confident look on my

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