Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

Chapter 35

DHANUSH'S POV

Fuck Buddies :- Surely more than the total number of leaves a gulmohar tree could bear on a spring morning.

Flings :- Had enough to produce a population half of a fucking continent!

Girlfriends :- (Well, as I had never really been a stable-relationship king of guy... you can still expect less in this department) Only equal to the number of hair you have on your head. Certainly less for my fucking standards! Isn't it?

But one look at this woman standing in front of me, and I could say that if fate had knocked my door beforehand and told me about her, I would have certainly remained a celibate till I got her!

Jennifer

My Jennifer

My little dragon spitting out fire whenever she got a chance.

Currently, she had been staring at her engagement ring as if it had been the very thing missing from her life, and now that she had it, she shall cling to it like her breathes depended on it. The ring was going too well with her caramel colored skin. The diamonds shone as if they had finally found the perfect person on whom they could sparkle like the stars themselves! The ring looked so damn perfect on her or maybe, she was perfect for it... Hell! Whatever she connected herself to, it only seemed to beautify! ... And it was compelling me to adorn my fireball with all the jewels on this world, make her look more ravishing, pamper her with everything, every-fucking-thing!

If it were on me, I would have gone up the dark sky, rob the dark sky from all its shining stars, then thread them into a necklace and slide it around her slender neck.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I had never felt so attached and attracted to a girl before. This felt so real! As if telling me that all these years my previous hook-ups had been sheer waste of time, money and energy. ( not to mention, wastage of condoms too!)

I bet if it would have been two weeks back the time-line, I would have been my old self of fucking my way into five sextual harassment lawsuits, in one month. I sometimes felt as if the 20% of the annual profit of our empire went straight to make sure that the assistant, sometimes some hotel's front-desk receptionist, or some employee of my branch didn't go wild fot getting dumped later on once I was done with them.( Sextual harassment my ass! I am damn sure each one of them would have literally begged to me when I had refused them a release! Bloody Gold diggers)

But seeing this girl absolutely not giving a shit to my wealth was something I was really admiring.

"You won't take it away anywhere else from yourself. And if you dare to do so, I shall consider it as betrayal. And trust me Sweetheart when I say I hate traitors like anything!" I commanded sternly in a tone as hard as vibranium, my gaze fixated over Jennifer. For a second, I thought she had been regarding me with an emotion close to overwhelm but soon that surreal feeling dissapeared from her face as she realised that the ring was more or less shackles for her, the symbol of her being shakled to me.

Her face contracted, as if she looked conflicted what to come up with next. But I didn't give her the privilege of continuing the conversation. I had a deadline to meet. This could not be continued endlessly. And anyway, if she had anything against me, we could still continue the talk in our bedroom later. But now, I had a wedding to prepare for, a marraige to happen, some people to invite and a grand ceremony to organize. Not to forget, to prepare everything for my soon-to-be-wife too.

She opened her mouth to say something but couldn't complete the sentence ever as I pricked a needle in her neck. Her brows twitched a bit for the little pain caused but soon, her stressed muscles relaxed

and she let her body go loose. Her eyes fluttered and soon they drooped as darkness engulfed her due to the sedative numbing her senses.

And low and behold,

My tigress fell asleep in my arms.

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This was going to be my second visit to her house. I very well knew that Jennifer didn't want any of the people out there in the world to get to know about our marriage but I wanted to make sure that the Justin guy, or whoever he was stayed away from her. I didn't really have plans of letting her go out in the open, once she became my wife. It was too risky for her! I didn't want her to become that morsel of food which the fishermen use to get hold of a big catch (me), for my rivals.

And if she by any chance went outside, I didn't want this Justin kiddo to lurk around her.

I knocked the door twice, but there came no response. Just as I was about to pin a bullet or two, the door finally opened revealing an angry Justin. He seemed as if he had been just about to slam himself within some random chic but at the end moment, I popped out of nowhere and announced that she contained STD.

"What?" He questioned thoroughly irritated.

" 'What' is that either you let my guards in by being a good kid or I shall not think twice before emptying this gun in your dick!" I deadpanned in 'I-am-not -here-to-hear-your-shit' tone. He visibly stiffened.

He stepped aside and let my bodyguards in clamping his trash-bin shut. All of my armed men marched inside Jennifer's room. As I made my way inside, I really did prove myself correct.... well partially.

A red-haired girl who was all this time lying on the dining table sprang up and was now tossing and tumbling here and there searching for her shreads of clothing. And without sparing a glance on my way again, she waltzed out the door.

I made myself comfortable on the cheap velvety sofa and placed my legs on the tea-table infront of me. I had enough of time till my men collected the entire stuff from Jennifer's room. And so, I intertwined my fingers and placed them behind my head, as if owning the whole colony.

The kid stood at the door, with his saucer-wide eyes and agape mouth assessing me.

"So Justin..." I said to draw his attention to my words and not my expensive suit or handsome face.(Not at all boasting, simply pointing out the facts!)

The kid recovered and spoke,"It's Tristan... Tristan Mathews."

"Does not really make a difference kiddo. I would not have bothered even it your name had been Shitface." I quipped. This guy was one of the reasons why Jennifer didn't like living here, and I was sure to roast him with my words atleast, if not literally, till now.

He shut up, probably offended but didn't speak a word.

"So the thing is.... your elder sister is going to marry me. So, I just thought of dropping by and warning you to stay away from her if you happen to cross her path some day in the future.... even if I don't really think it shall be so.." I spoke while casually caressing my revolver.

He shuddered in fear, and I knew my arrow had hit the target.

"Dad shall not like this!" He said out of the blue, still shuddering but know with a different fervour, as if his father would shoot any damn person who broke this news to him.

Like I was going to ask for his goddamn permission you think!?

My looks changed. All the casualness disappeared masking my face with seriousness.

"Not liking it is his business but marrying her is mine! And you and your dad are world's biggest fools if you think you shall be able to stop any of it!" I thundered.

I aimed the revolver at his right leg. That alone left him off-gaurd.I racked the slide and pushed the trigger. And the bullet released from the gun. The deafening sound of the gun filled the room as the bullet hit straight into the fucker's right foot. He threw his hand up in the air as he lost his balance and shrieked in pain. He fell to the ground and was wriggling helplessly calling out for help.

That gave me an ounce of solace. To hear him yelp, was giving me pleasure as he was the reason Jennifer didn't feel safe in her own very house.

I didn't know the whole scenario of her house but I was not unknown to the fact that this bastard, despite of being her younger brother had even thought of approaching her wrongly, when she didn't approve of it.

My blood was boiling and I was damn sure if it had not been my men, I would have certainly emptied the remaining bullets in his head.

"Boss, we have got the required things." Informed one of my men as he directed the rest to carry the stuff back. God...She had so many books! It felt like two of the rooms of my penthouse will get suffocated with so many of them.

I nodded and told them to proceed and wait for me downstairs. And they left.

I turned my gaze to that yelping bastard lying on the floor, with his leg soaked in blood. I crouched to his level and gave him a cynical smile.

"Firstly, tell your dad that I didn't need his permission to marry his daughter and secondly, I am not at all sorry for shooting his beloved son's leg." I said.

"Thirdly, if he asks who it was, tell him it was the devil and Fourthly, for you kid, Stay.Away.From.Her."

Then thumping his back, I left that shitface weeping and dragging himself to the telephone on the table.

I got into the elevator and made my way downstairs.