Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

Chapter 9

DHANUSH'S POV

The way to the Den had been quiet smooth, except of one time when my car was about to bump against a red Alto. I for sure would have used some overly sweet words as even Ravi cringed at my language. Well, I can't help it all because of that bewitching beauty!!

I had been doing surplus of paperwork, projects and back to back meetings since that frustrating foursome date! Hell I committed the biggest mistake by leaving my seat and going to inspect the scene downstairs back in Pleasure Club.

That girl's laugh, smile and even her gait had got etched in my fucking mind. I wanted to do all unimaginable, dirty things to her....Undress her slowly, then suck the sweet skin of her neck , breath in her scent through her silky hair, kiss the air out of her lungs, caress her cheeks, turn her around and bend her down, then fuck her like there was no tomorrow. I was dying to see her boobs jiggle as I thrust in my devious beast into her , experiment different flavors from her cunt and taste it with my tongue and what not!!

But the fact that I couldn't even see her for once let alone touch her, was driving me crazy...! My imagination was getting wilder with every passing minute. I was becoming restless but still I could do nothing about it. I ran my fingers through my brown hair in frustration. For the rest of the ride, I tried to keep myself engrossed into playing candy crush saga in my iPad.

Finally, we reached. I quickly got down the Limo and instructed Ravi to park it in the private parking lot. Then I made my way through the main door as the guards made way for me by pushing the crowd aside. The girls stood there gawking at me stupidly with their mouths open while the boys gave me a look of admiration, as though getting impressed by my enigma. This was nothing new for me, I always have the opposite sex drooling over me! I winked at the girls and they let out excited laughter.

It was usual to have a chaos of people outside the club each night. Afterall, our club is the best!

I got into the main corridor, greeted Laila at the Reception desk and took a passway in the right near the control room. Then taking some stairs, I reached the privare VIP booth of the pub which was located on the first floor within the pub.

We had the dance floor and the pub in this section on the ground floor. The pub from within, had an arena for strippers with their dancing poles at a raised platform, a counter as big as a 3 bedroom house with exotic brands of alcohol and cocktails, classy music and a massive dance floor. One could feel thrill and excitement in the air.

While this was the arrangement for the commoners and members of the club, we had our own VIP booth, on the first floor which was reserved fou the devils and there guests.

The soft buzz of music was in the background with the clinking sound of ice against the crystal glasses could be heard. Smell of cigar hung in the air. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

I spotted Rudra and Shiv seated on the leather couches while Abhi was leaning on the railing casually.I waved them.

"Hey guys! What's up?" I asked.

"Hey bro!" All the four waved back.

We had a thumb rule that no one could discuss business or Mafia when we, four of the devils got together in the Den.

"So, what were you saying on the phone about some girl stripping?" I casually asked Shiv while sitting on one of the recliners.

They didn't know her as such. She was an old associate of mine in the police.

To this, Shiv pointed his finger towards one of the dancing poles of the pub. I moved my gaze towards the dance pole and saw her, talking to someone on the phone while taking off her black jacket. Again, my mind drifted back to that particular girl in a mini skirt and golden blouse.

Fuck! What is happening to my mind?!

I shifted in my place and face palmed myself.

"You ok buddy?" Abhi enquired while nursing himself with a glass of scotch.

Like hell, I'm not okay dammit... she is possessing me like a goddamn witch!

"Yaa... kind of!" I replied shrugging my shoulders and filling myself a glass of whisky.

The VIP area was covered by one way, black tinted glass through which we could see inside but it shielded the inner view from outer world. Hence ensuring privacy.

I took out my pistol from the holster and kept it on the side table, where the guns of the three of them laid. Keeping in mind of the position we had reached in the last decade, we had more rivals than friends in the underworld. Hence, the guns and bodyguards were like a bullet proof jacket for us to keep us alive.

While the three of them were talking amongst themselves, I was lost in my own world. I decided to open up and take the chances of switching the baits. I couldn't keep my pillars of support in dark.

Shiv, Rudra and Abhimanyu had been my closest aids since the time when I had lost my parents in the pre-planned blast. Although our families back home had been bloodthirsty rivals, back during our college days but still we had developed a strong bond of friendship which had only grown with the passing years. So they were supposed to know that I wanted her badly.

Yes, I agree it had been only a few hours since I had seen her but still she was lingering in my mind like some rhythm not ready to leave my brain. I felt turned on, on the mere display of her curves from afar. This... was totally new for me! How can I feel possessiveness and longing for a girl merely by seeing her dance!? I shall find her, know her whereabouts and make her mine.... That's for sure!!

But what about the sense of familiarity on seeing that cute black spot near her lips?

WHAT? DID I JUST SAY 'CUTE' SPOT? Shit! I'm doomed.

"Listen guys!" I finally said after exalhing heavily.

The three of them looked upto me, with their ears purked up.

"Ummm.... I think I won't be able to marry Nayan-"

I was interrupted by a feminine voice, I bet she was full of fury.

"MISS SAMEERA VERMA! GET DOWN FROM THAT DAMN POLE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I COME UP THERE TO GET YOU!" That voice yelled, even makind the blaring music stop.

Whoa! She has got some guts. I mentally admitted.

All the four of us turned our gaze towards the camera feed installed on the wall, to find out the owner of that delicate yet firm voice.

And what I saw caused a quite of a stir in me!