Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

There at the frame of the door, stood a visibly worried lady, eyeing me with concern most probably because of my dishevelled state. The lady certainly in here late 40s, looked at me with worry oozing out of her soft, gentle features. I stared at her, with no emotion on my face. I let my body go loose and as a result I fell on the bed on my hips, with a soft thud.

I didn't realize when she came up to me and started shaking me by my shoulders, gently trying to pull me back from my reverie.

"Madam, are you alright? You look pretty shaken up..." she said while shaking me, now a little more briskly with her hands. That made me move out of my trance. I blinked rapidly, adjusting my brain to the facts, assumptions and the rumors surrounding me.

"Mam, you look too tired. The Marraige shall take place within the next 2 hours. Please eat something and take rest till then. We shall look after the makeup and anything else which can help you relax." She said as she held me by my elbow and helped me lean back on the headrest of the bed.

Although I was feeling extremely exhausted and emotionally drained, still her words did the thing of pissing me off. I was not a freaking doll especially present there for them to show their beauty strokes and make me look no less than a barbie!

kind of you if you leave me and my messed up makeup alone. And as for the matter of relaxing is concerned, please give your boss a few drops of cyanide in his protein shake or such stuff and yeah! I shall be relaxed like never before!" I snapped. She flinched on my rude outburst but didn't speak

stuttered. "Its Jennifer for you aunty." I interrupted her and gave her a comforting smile.

must not go against the instructions of Dhanush. He

in a dark alley and strangle her to death. Then he would look for her little sister 'Generosity'

THE WORDS :- for

down. You do what ever it needs to fix this whatever I have messed up... and

waved off saying,"This is our job Jennifer, there is nothing to apologize

shades of eyeshadow, blush

sorts of mocktails, the other side had 6 to 7 types of breads only, with paneer delicacies and around 5 sweet dishes. And, as habits die hard, my fingers automatically moved towards the desserts. I wasn't in a state to gobble all of the items. So I settled

I was in heaven. Absolutely delicious! If I had been in a better state of mind, I would have certainly dived on the other