Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

Chapter 4

JENNIFER'S POV

Dejected, I slipped into the green room.

I had to make sure that I didn't leave behind any traces of my presence. And my original clothes, the one i came wearing could prove to be a thorn in the ass. So once again I changed into my real attire. All the strippers were qeued near the stage so there could hardly be any witness.

"Ready to move out." I informed in the chip. "GO!" came the response, and with that I headed outside towards 'Sweety'.

Well, it is the name of my car. My companion wherever I go! HEY, DONT JUDGE ME !

I started driving towards home. It was the very house which i shared with people I didn't know at all. Weird right? Like, who won't know one's parents and a sibling?

Well, it's different in my case I guess...

I live in a 3 bedroom flat on the second floor of a four storeyed building, with my 'father', stepmom of my age named Natasha. Well I dont come across her much. And another member of the house being my 'brother' named Tristan, currently in the 12th grade.

This 'home' of mine was the only place where i felt insecure and weak. Earlier mamma, was there to console me and protect me from the disgusting 'advancing' of my brother... yeah you heard it right, my 'brother'.. the son of my so called 'father'. I remember one of the most dreadful sights of his being in my room. I had been returning back from hospital when I saw him in my room...

FLASHBACK STARTS :

"Jenny baby..! Come, pleasure your very own brother." Drool oozed out of his mouth as he held my panties in one hand and stroke his member down in the south. He continued stroking his member while smelling my panties occasionally.

Then he sprung on my bed holding my bra and continued," You know what, whenever I bury myself into the cunt of my goddamn girlfriend, i always remember you.. I think as if I'm fucking you hard... and you are screaming my name!" Then clutching the bedsheet tightly the 'son of a bitch' continued in a dreamy voice," TRISTAN! TRISTAN! OH MY GOD TRISTAN! AH... AH.. AHHH!" He began to scream rubbing my panties against his boxer.

FLASHBACK ENDS

I was petrified that day. That wasn't the first time he showed sexual desires for me, he had always been like that.. like some rodent living in gutter. But what he did that day crossed all limits. And on the top of it, father wasn't present in home. Mumma was. I ran away, horrified.

Mumma had always sensed such disgusting things in the house. But seeing this, she took her life by consuming some rat killing poison. I saw her lifeless body on the pyre the very next day. I cried and cried and cried... but was also relieved. Afterall, she wont be subjected to beating through belt, shoe and what not anymore. And that was when Natasha came into the picture. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I wanted to inform the police.. about my insane brother,cruel father... but even me, myself being a police agent didnt help. My father being a criminal lawyer had several tactics to manipulate the case and evidences and I didn't want my doctorate license to get canceled.

So all the way long, I have remained silent but all these years I have been saving money so that i can move out of this living hell called my 'home sweet home'.

I soon reached house, parked Sweety in the allotted area and went up the floors through the stairs. I knocked and was 'greeted' by Tristan as he winked and purposely brushed his arm with mine. I ignored

and went towards my room.

Both the other rooms were locked. But still I could hear some guttural sounds coming from one room while sounds of slapping of skins from other. I felt nauseous. Apart from loathing I also felt like cutting off the shaft of my father while throwing Natasha out of the house naked!!

Yes, father and Natasha had an open marriage. Bang into each other, Bang into your colleagues, Bang into your neighbors, BANG INTO THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD! seemed to be their fucking motto!

I controlled myself. " Wanna have the same scene in your room?" Asked Tristan from behind with a smirk. I pushed him away and made and ran towards the terrace while I heard him laugh wickedly at my back.

The terrace was the only place which gave me solace in this entire house.

I had never wanted my life to be like this... a messy jigsaw puzzle.

I had always been ambitious, dreamt of travelling the world, and have a lovable family. I gazed the shining moon which seemed to be flirting with the stars, and the twinkling stars responding by winking back. I smiled.

But soon my smile disappeared as I began replaying the same conversation of 'father' on his phone, in my head which had made me doubt whether he really was my father or some random detached person of the house...