Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

Chapter 15

JENNIFER'S POV

I had been trembling while descending the stairs, down the DJ'S lair. It felt as if anytime my legs shall give way and I will fall down crashing, against the glass tiled floor. I was running away as if I had seen some ten headed snake.

I didn't dare to turn back and see for once if he was following me or not. His spicy cologne was the only fragrance my nose could register, his black locks were the only thing my fingers wanted to fist, his chocolate eyes were the only pair of eyes I wanted to be on me... always. While my eyes were still searching him to get his one last glimpse, my mind was warning me to keep running till I got out of the place. While my body was fiercely getting pulled towards him, my brain was not allowing me to retrace my tracks and go back to him to continue the broken kiss! I was feeling shell-shocked on getting hit by a hurricane of undefined, allien emotions.

I rushed out of the gates of the den and sprinted to Sweety. Once, I got there I almost hit myself against the it. I had been panting badly. Beads of sweat broke on my forehead my skin had turned pale. I clutched my head with my hands but the giddiness refused to subside. I was panicking now. I had been tagged as 'the master controller' throughout my life. I had always been proud of myself over the fact that I was cable of controlling others... them, their actions, their decisions. But today, I was the one to lose my control, give up on my restrain and throw myself on some stranger.

My mental anguish was multiplying by each passing minute. I sat near the tyre and leaned on Sweety.

I did wrong! How could I? I should not have questioned him... No! Not at all! Instead, I should have straightaway slapped him! I mentally retorted, rubbing my hands on my face due to shame. I had done something forbidden....

I trusted the men clan, despite of my previous experiences which only had grief, betrayal and disgust.

Somehow, I stood and opened the door to get in. Then, I started to scramble for my walkie-talkie. I had to notify Vijay that I was leaving for hell( my 'house')

But as I searched for that device on my dashboard, I froze on remembering something.

No...! I... l left it and my gun back there... in that room... in the DEN! That made my trembling worse. I was completely defenseless now, and on the top of it the kiss was raising the hair follicles on my skin but at the same time it was also shaking me up with uncertainty.

I shook my head to get rid of the buzz in my head... not because of any alcohol but him. Then, I turned on the engine, I drove off to Sameera's apartment. She was still asleep, lost in her world of dreams.

I soon reached her house. It was a small bunglow with a mini garden beside it. She and another friend of hers shared it. Its that Sameera doesn't like to live alone. Her parents lived in Hyderabad while she made her way here, to Mumbai... the city of dreams to make her dreams come true. She had asked me to move in with her, but at that time, I couldn't as I was not financially stable, well... I didn't what to live for free, and become a liability for yet another person. I have some self-dignity afterall!

And now... I prefer to stay in my current house for a while, for clues of things I don't know about my own self.

I honked for a couple of times.... to awaken the security guard at the gate. He was slumped back on the wooden chair provided to him, near the gate. Even the kind-of-tenant girl came down to see what was happening. But this sleepy head kept his snoring on. I scoffed.

"Oh bhaisahab! Can you get up!? The mistress of that house you 'are gaurding' wants to enter it if you allow!?" I snapped. I had enough of drama for a day... thank you!

The guard stirred in his sleep and on hearing the constant honking, he quickly scrambled on the ground. Then muttering a quick apology, he opened the gates. The girl opened the door and came out

to help me carry Sameera to the couch inside. Then quickly bidding her a good bye, I marched to my car and revered it. The watchman had been all the while, staring at me with lust, now and then, stealthily. Afterall, all this long, the overly revealing dress had been doing its job really well.

I noticed the stares but chose to ignore. I didn't have any energy left in me to even give him a warning. Next, I drove off to my apartment in order to practice my fundamental right of dropping on the bed to sleep, which had become a luxury for me these days.

One I got there, I parked Sweety safely in the allotted lot. Then climbed up the steps to the third floor. I reached the threshold of my house. I was perspiring. My palms had become sweaty due to consciousness. It was probably past 3 A.M. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

What will they do if they see me in these clothes!? How will Tristan behave? I wont be able to fight him now if he tries to molest me in any ways. Then how shall I save myself?

These worries were gnawing my confidence away and I was shaking with fear now, thinking of what to do if there is any attack on my honor.

Still, I raised my hand to press the bell. My legs were on the verge of collapsing. Just as I was about to press the calling bell switch, the door flung open. I was startled by the sudden moment, but met with a pitch black environment inside.

And there he approached slowly and stood there with a murderous gaze, fisted hands and clenched teeth.

Father!?

My eyes went wide. I was beginning to quiver badly. My throat went dry. I licked my lower lip out of nervousness and it felt chapped. I stood there, at the door with my head held down, for several

seconds, minutes... but other than staring at me with hatred, father did not do any other thing. The silence was increasing the uneasiness within me and escalating his abhorrence towards me. I raised my eyes to meet his and found him assessing me from head to toe.

His lips twitched in disgust. I desperately wanted to break the unsettling silence so I began in a low voice ,"Father! I didn't really want to wear these..." but I siezed talking as he raised his hand and slapped me hard on my face.

The force made me tumble down on the ground, my legs weren't in the state of balancing me any more. My face was pushed at a side due to the force of the hit. I felt blood come out of my cut lip. I was bewildered. Stars began to dance in front of my eyes. I somehow got on my feet.

Then, he smiled, a wicked smile.

"Nice choice of shreads." He said sarcastically. I felt like tears stinging in my eyes. I wanted to claw him at his face but knew I was helpless. Especially after knowing he had a strong back-up, links of influential people and a malicious, crooked mind.

"Next time, go out naked! I would love to see you being gang-raped. And don't worry! I shall still look to it that you are sold off to the biggest bidder!" He drawled while still smiling at my plight. I felt trapped.

I somehow controlled my tears and went past him towards my room but halted on my way when his voice boomed again.

"I have decided to get you engaged to the governor's son."