Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

Chapter 31

DHANUSH'S POV

It was close to being 5 minutes now. I was getting restless. The four of us were stationed outside the entrance of the basement. Our men were patrolling the whole area. The lawyers were running frenzy in and out their car, assembling the required papers and showing them to Shiv for verification of the clauses. Disappointing any of the devils was the last thing any person working for us would want as that could strip them off from practicing the most brilliant habit :- To Live.

The drone which was set inside the dance class was connected to my phone. Hence, not being able to wait more, I tapped the screen thrice and it began displaying the happenings of inside.

I noticed how dejected Jennifer was when her teacher stopped her from clarifying herself. And she showed that very emotion I didn't want her to feel for kissing or touching me.

GUILT

That was not what I wanted from her for getting attracted towards me or for wanting more from me. All the time I had been with her I could see her dilated dark blue pupils within those coal black orbs. I very well knew that if it hadn't been me to make a move to go back outside the basement, we would have still been there with our bodies flushed against one another.

"He dared to treat me as one of his disposable fuck buddies, and I shall make sure I humiliate him like one of his slaves!" She hissed in the most determined tone.

I was amused. My eyes widened a little on seeing her guts of even thinking about striking me. She had absolutely no fucking idea about me, my image, my connections, my fucking power. A predatory smirk spread on my face.

"Is she in her damn senses?!" Questioned Rudra on seeing Jennifer burning the currency notes as if they were yesterday's newspaper.

"I am not surprised." Replied Abhi. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Yeah... Looking at how big a dickhead jerk this panty-wetter is.... this reaction is pretty much obvious."

I rolled my eyes.

Yeah! I was the badass womanizer out of the four of us. Not that the rest of my partners-in-crime jerks weren't. You're seriously wronged if you assume that they are saints popped out of some godly figure!

Rudra was the one with the most friendly nature out of the four of us. He did his workout sessions were instead of using barbells, he used chics as his weights and do the lifting. His push-ups were incomplete without a girl strangling him his back while he gave her a 'golden opportunity' of feeling his hard muscles from the back.

He was an illusion for the outside world. Behind the mask of a welcoming nature, he held the power of destroying people with a snap of finger. He seemed to be approachable but the scar at his forehead ( thanks to Shiv for that beautiful gift plastered on his face forever) gave him a scary look too.

Abhimanyu, well... he was the most reclusive out of the four of the devils. He didn't really talk much, but when spoke for someone, it always meant disdain. He was famous for his infamous wrath. And when I say he's the most merciless, I really mean it. Avenging was like his first most favorite hobby preceeding the guitar. Yeah... he used to have quite a good hand on it back in our college days, but as time changed so did he.

For him, fucking was directly proportional to killing. The more he killed, the more he banged. One enemy down, so goes one panty too. Either he sucked out crucial information for the expansion of our empire or it was the cum out of the numerous pussies across the world.

Then comes Shiv, known for his legal ruthlessness. When it required violence with our clients, we sent Abhi, when sweet talking was required, it was Rudra. And when we had to extract maximum profit and trap the opposite candidate in the war of words and rules, we sent Shiv. He was the most balanced devil among us. A great observant and a stable player in the world of business. The one who always sought out any differences in opinion or any possible clashes.

Be it playing with rules and bending them as per his will, or girls on the bed, he was really well in it. But, for now he was already infatuated by that girl from college. The sole reason for the rift which took place between him and Rudra in thr college. God knows when he shall stop keeping tabs on her and recording her whereabouts of each day.

Well.... he was the one to keep me safe from the legal shit in case I impregnated one of the chics during my sexcapades. You know, the whore claiming for money for thd unborn baby, insurance and tons of pure bullshit like that.

So yeah. That was a 2% character sketch of my brothers-cum-best friends-cum-partners in crime.

I closed my eyes and exhaled.

By the count of 10, she will be here! I know it.

I thought mentally, and began the count down.

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And just then, the iron gate of the entrance flung open, revealing a furious Jennifer, with those blazing notes in one hand and stomping her feet as she came towards me.

She was trembling with anger. All red due to the fury she had been carrying within herself. And then, maintaining a respectful distance but not too away from me, she flung the burning notes on my handsome face. The ashes of the once lakhs worth money and the orange-red sparkles of fire spread in the air around me. The useless half-burnt notes scattered all over the ground. That stunt pulled by her gained audible gasps from the legal clan at my back, who had never ever in their lives seen any being in his sane mind to have defied me, ever. They either jumped out of fear or died with guilt for having crossed my path.

But then, that was the Normal, the convention. How could I possibly expect Normal behavior from the extraordinary soon-to-be-Jennifer-Mathews-Mahasena when each and every movement, look, nature of her towards me screamed 'I fucking love to Defy you!'.

Check your levels of defiance towards me, woman!

I wanted to thunder but stayed calm, not blinking a single eyelid.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" She shouted, directing all her anger towards me.

Now, we're talking girl.... I smirked.

She furrowed her brows in response to my action, which she undoubtedly misunderstood as arrogance.

"Some fucking king of a goddamn third world country, huh!?" She continued. And that, scratched my ego a bit.

I took a step forward. She faltered in her speech and her mouth clamped in a thin line.

I yanked her by her arms and pushed her to the nearest wall. She flinched on being pushed back harshly.

I am one of the four fucking Gods of the Goddamn network of the Indian Mafia.... sweetheart! So check your tone before snapping in front of me!" I growled in a menacing tone, especially drawling on 'sweetheart'.

Afterall, I am not this polite and patient with everyone, each day.....

Her eyes widened shock and she gasped.