Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

Chapter 22

DHANUSH'S POV

"Cum for me baby." I rasped in the ears of Julie, Maria...hell whatever her name was. "Mmmmhh" came a response as I pumped three of my fingers within her core.

Currently, I was in one of the clubs of Mumbai 'foreplaying' with one of the waitress. I purposely chose some dingy, dark corner of the club, where I couldn't see her face. I had kept my eyes shut tightly imagining that girl's face coming each night in my wet dreams - Jennifer. I was getting restless for not being able to see her all these days. I had to vent it out somewhere....

I had decided to get her one week after, looking at her security from my rivals which was also a concern. And apart from it, I had many more deals and trading to do.

Moreover, it was not a cakewalk to control the arms, bomb and the drug racket across the country and beyond it. It possessed untold, unseen and almost invisible threats. I couldn't straightaway go and get her. I need to look for a correct time and then make a move. We had a hell lot of rivals than friends and making Jennifer their easy target was the last thing I wanted to happen.

If kissing her was a colossal mistake of mine, then digging information about her was even a more grave blunder I had done. It had been two days since we had changed the baits.

FLASHBACK STARTS :-

"I want her.... until forever!" I announced determined to make her mine.

"Then we need to find a way to get through Dhoopar! Rejecting his proposal shall only threaten our well established syndicate. The drug-dealing cannot be hampered at any cost." Interjected Shiv, who till now had been quietly assessing the situation.

Yes, it was true. I was treading the dangerous waters by giving up Nayantara and going for Jennifer. That meant no relaxation from the government restrictions, which in long term basis would only deviate us from our ultimate goal.

Disruption of the drug supply in the black market meant loss of control on the shares, which could crumble the sacrifices we had put in to build up this network since the last ten years. The Russians were unusally quite for the last three months, and if they struck us when we were already low with the profits, it could be a lethal blow, altogetherly. This was one of the reasons why I had not rightaway claimed Jennifer.

There was only way of overcoming this hurdle, only if....

"We need to change our baits. While I change my track, Abhi can tread over mine." I asserted. The moment the words left my mouth, I dare say I saw a mysterious glint in Abhi's eyes. Yes, the Hunter of our bombast of devils who was known to be the most merciless out of the four of us, seemed to be drawn in the proposition, for a girl. I was amused. Afterall, who said the Devil can't have a heart beating for someone else? I myself had become a living example of that irony.

Nevertheless, Abhi still asked, masking his interest with nonchalance"What do you mean exactly?"

I smirked. This caught him off-gaurd.

"While I go for Jennifer, you claim Nayantara Dhoopar."

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I soon after called Ayaan to provide me with all the information regarding my tigress. He had provided me with all the information within an hour.

Soon on my table laid the file of Jennifer Mathews, with her full name on it. It didn't have any particular info regarding her childhood except for the school she had attended in Mumbai. A strange sense of pride filled my chest when I glanced at her academic excellence. She had always been a number one student, be it her school, college or university. She was even chosen in an university based on full scholarship. Every time I would flip a page of the file, each time she seemed to claim another piece of my mind and soul(if left) . This girl was full of surprises!

I had not even given a thought close to her being a police agent along with actually being a cardiac surgeon. The file was basically her whole life printed on those white sheets of paper, only excluding her childhood, and details like date of birth, name of parents. This alarmed me a bit. But soon I relaxed.

Not that I have a problem in knowing more about her by her itself. I thought mentally, giving a small smile.

I also located her residence which was a middle-class colony with six blocks in total. She lived in block- B on the second floor of the four storeyed building. Plus, she owned a red car which seemed to be a ridiculous hybrid of alto and nano. NO OFFENCE!

This girl was a bolt of energy compiled in a human form. If I thought that I worked almost 21 hours a day all the 365 days of a year, like noone else in this world, then I was really badly mistaken. That's because she had her morning and night shifts reserved for her hospital called HOPE. That was not far off from my penthouse, barely a 15 minute drive as my penthouse was located in the heart of the city. While on the weekends, she assisted Sameera on her 'endeavors'. And aside of it, she also did the night shift on those days.

The third and fourth Sundays of the month were reserved for her dance class, where she learnt Kathak (a type of Indian dance form) On every first and second Saturdays of the month, she visited an oldage home to greet all the 'grandpas and grandmas' she had there. Apart from it, she was a skilled artist too, specifically for scenic beauty drawings.

She basically avoided staying at her house because of having a regardless father and a step-mom of 29 years and filthy brother who didn't miss a chance to hit on her. That, that very info made my blood boil.

How dare someone think about her apart from ME !? My mind bellowed, but obviously it was a baseless question. She was a bewitching beauty and a guy keeping his eyes off her only meant either he was gay or seriously impotent. Not that girls couldn't kill one another for having a crush on her... even that was possible as a matter of fact!

What made me break the porcelain orange vase in my personal cabin, was that she had been already engaged to Mayank Prakash - that rapist who had been convicted for life but soon was freed because of his father's influence.

"I wont allow bastard like him to touch her! Marring her is absolutely out of question! SHE IS MINE... ALL MINE!" I shouted as one of my punches landed on the L.E.D screen breaking it and leaving my hand bloodied.

It was getting difficult now for even leaving her thoughts for a single moment. She was now getting under my skin. And then... I saw a few pictures clicked of hers, ofcourse oblivious to her. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

In one of them, she had a pout adoring her face with closed eyes as she tried to kiss a soapy bubble in front of her.

In another one, she had been scowling at the camera, as if forced to take a picture.

In yet another photo, she had her face tilted up in the air, as raindrops fell on her face wetting in. It was an overall dark photo except for once when the lightning struck and the photo was taken in the rain. She was really looking too pure for me in all the three of them. I was getting a strong feeling of holding her in my arms, caressing her ebony locks, something I had never felt towards anyone, any damn person all these years.

I had personally, set one of my men behind her who could provide me with her daily movements, her schedule and any other odd thing if observed.

In all the three photos, her black mole towards the right corner of the upper lip however, as always left me unsettled.

She looked so familiar! As if this is not the first time I am seeing her...She was there when the blast happened, how come she is alive? She seems to be the grown up version of her.... innocent yet treacherous smile, gorgeous black eyes and tigress behind it.... No... I can't be wrong but then....

FLASHBACK ENDS

I flipped the random girl I had been making out with. I further pushed her in the darkness, imagining Jennifer in my mind and further kissed her. She again let out a fake moan. Her red lips from afar had looked inviting but! One smooch and it was confirmed her collagen-filled artificial pouty lips were no good. Maybe I was expecting a lot from this waitress... afterall, she couldn't be that marvelous like my Jenny.

I winced and let her go.

"What happened honey? You are in for a big treat!" She said with a sultry smile and massaging her breasts to allure me. I decided to give it another try.

I tore off the front of her dress and began massaging the now bare breasts by myself. They were collagen filled too in order to make them big and bouncy!

I scoffed in anger. Rage was replacing my frustration for not being able to have Jennifer beside me! Now, you call it love or my obsession, I don't care but I needed her... badly.

"What are you doing to me Jennifer!" I whispered. Till now the hands which were roaming all over my body were now irritating me. They didn't had the softness I had felt back in the den. I was furious now and luckily the girl got a hang of it as she started to quiver in fear in front of me. I harshly took both her hands in my left hand and pinned them at the top of her head. I wanted to spank her badly... to have added tonnes of frustration in my head, not that she would have minded the least.

But then suddenly my phone rang. It was my personal bodyguard I had set up behind Jennifer. I accepted the call and put it to my ear, immediately leaving the pinned hands of the girl.

"Sir, miss Mathews is caught in fire, in the Dhoopar mansion-" he started. My jaw ticked.

I don't know what he said further as till then, I had already dashed out of the club and got into my car to drive off to the Dhoopars, leaving the still speaking man's voice in my pocket.