Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy novel Chapter 39

THIRD PERSONAL'S POV

"Get this done quickly. Dhanush is waiting." Ravi instructed the women, working over the makeup of Jennifer. And as those words left his mouth, the ladies there began scrambling here and there to not keep the devil waiting.

Although Jennifer's eyes were closed, she felt him walk inside the suite as his shoes moved on the Maplewood flooring of the room. Ravi went up to the food trolley and inspected its contents. Seeing only a bowl of kheer empty, he exhaled heavily. Based on the previous encounters between his boss and Jennifer, he had expected her to throw the food down the gutter. But he was relieved to find that she had eaten something and wasn't starving all this long. Moreover, he very well knew that Dhanush would not have liked it if he were informed that she was hungry and stubborn as hell all this while.

"Make sure that her face it covered by a veil. Noone should get a clear picture of her face." He informed. He very well knew that as per Jennifer's conditions, she didn't want to be revealed in front of the guests. Also, his boss wanted to keep her safe while being amongst his opponents which were also present in the ceremony, most importantly from the Italian Mafia leader, Angelo De Luca. Already the ties of the Indian Mafia with the Italians was becoming a volatile subject and making the devil's wife a matter of interest for such bastards was the last thing he wished to see.

Then, he glanced that girl who had got his boss enchanted by her defiance. She was beautiful, there was no denial, but he couldn't understand why Dhanush was hell bent on pursuing her relentlessly.

It was not like he hadn't been with much more drop-dead gorgeous women before. Then what was it with this girl that he went to the extent of forcing her to tie the knot with him. But that is why this, among the four of the devils was called :- The Insane.

As being Insane, Mad made you unpredictable, which didn't let others to gauge your actions and think of a counter-attack. That was much more dangerous than uncontrolled wrath. Being crazy as they called it, gave you leverage upon your enemies as that always kept them on their toes utterly confused about your next move.

Then shaking his head a little, he walked away closing the door with a click sound. The moment he left, Jennifer's eyes flew open and she sat on the bed, no longer tired or exhausted but anxious.

She clutched the sides of the linen sheets and they wrinkled because of her fisting them in her hands. She was badly shaking, unable to control her thoughts or bodily reactions to the instructions thrown to the helper-women there.

"Mam, do you need something?" The same lady asked who had earlier consoled Jennifer after listening about her dad's revelation. But there came no response. She helplessly saw Jennifer curling herself like a shrimp and taking deep breaths in the hope of calming herself down but that was all going waste. The other ladies present there were eying her with worry unaware what to do next to pacify her.

"Can...can you please.. provide me with a... gl..glass of.. water?" She somehow spoke in a trembling tone.

One of the ladies ran to the jug placed on the nightstand nearby. She poured a glass of water and handed it to Jennifer. She drank the water greedily with shaky hands, as if it was the last glass of water remaining on Earth. She again motioned for some of it by raising the glass to her again. The lady again filled half of the glass and this time she drank it clutching the glass tightly with both her hands. Once emptied, she placed the glass on the nightstand.