Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy novel Chapter 11

JENNIFER'S POV

How dare someone openly say such words to my friend that too in a drunken state!?

I was pissed. My knuckles were turning white because of the pressure with which I was clutching the steering wheel of Sweety.

I was disgusted with the situation I was in. I hate night clubs, pubs and parties to be specific. They are absolutely no fun! It's simply a way of flaunting yourself.

DRESS, GO, GET DRUNK, HOWL LIKE WASTED PACK OF WOLVES, BREAK THE DANCE FLOOR WITH THE GODDAMN HEELS!

Nothing else.. Now if I'm told to visit a disgusting place like a stripping club that too to get hold of a wild, wasted girl whose eager to strip in front of hundreds of people eye-fucking her, what reaction do you expect? Well, honestly...I FEEL LIKE PULLING MY HAIR OUT WITH MY BARE HANDS!!

I was not at all in a position to drive back home as I was bone tired. But as I wanted to reach home alive so I started the engine and buckled the seat belts of Sameera and me. She had passed out by then.

Just when I was about to pull off away from the Den, my walkie-talkie buzzed.

NO! NOT AGAIN! Let me sleep for God's sake... or else I shall doze off right on this road I swear!!

Reluctantly, I received the call.

"Agent Jennifer Mathews?" The DGP enquired.

"Yes Sir! reporting." I replied promptly even though I had a scowl on my face.

"Is Sub-Inspecter Sameera Verma with you? Actually, she isn't responding to any of the notifications sent to her!" The DGP asked worriedly.

Hell yes sir! She is with me after having four tequila shots and a bottle of double malt whisky... absolutely 'attentive.' Should I blurt this out!?

I scoffed.

"Umm... sir, she is with me but not really in the best of her health! She was suffering from cramps in the stomach so now she has lied down for a while." I lied, all the while crossing my fingers.

"Oh! Is that so? Please take care of her Jennifer."

"Yes sir." I lied again although I was feeling bad for having done so with my considerate boss but you need to be a liar sometimes, to save your dear friend. I can't possibly let Sameera be punished for getting drunk during duty hours right?

She's my dear friend afterall....

"Well, we have got a lead and we think of arresting him red handed."

"Ok sir"

"So as Sameera isn't well, I want YOU to lead this mission in the Devil's Den. NOW."

WHAT!? I DON'T HAVE THE STRENGTH OF ROTATING THIS DAMN STEERING WHEEL RIGHT NOW AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BEAT AROUND GUYS AND ARREST A CRIMINAL!? LIKE REALLY?

"SIR! UMMM..."

What do I say? That the place you are referring to is the very place from where I almost dragged your 'dutiful' officer and created a scene worth witnessing?

"YES.MISS.MATHEWS!? The DGP asked, putting stress on each word. Indirectly, indicating: NO MORE ARGUMENTS!

"Ok sir. I am on the job!" I said huffing in defeat.

"Alright! I'm sending a team of 6 officers there in the den. As always, keep it simple, very simple. You need to get hold of Roger White. I'm sending you the image and the other details in your phone."

"Yes sir!"

"Good luck miss Mathews."

"Thank you sir."

I unwillingly parked Sweety near some residential house in a non towing area. I couldn't go back to Sameera's house to drop her, that would delay the mission. So I had no option but to keep her in the car.