THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

9~ Eshaan Helps

Eshaan moved his arms and held her waist. Monica placed one leg over the other and caressed his leg with her feet as she shifted closer.

'Promise you will help me and won't change your mind.' She asked again as she wrapped her arms loosely around Eshaan's neck.

'Yes.' Eshaan leaned to kiss her but she leaned back and giggled seeing his dejected face.

She moved her arms and shifted away, - 'I am getting late.' She said.

She was about to move when Eshaan grabbed her wrist, - 'Don't go, please.' He said softly. Monica smiled freeing her hand from his grip.

'I can't stay over whole night, right?'

'What if I insist.' Eshaan pleaded

Monica smiled shaking her head, - 'I am guessing your intentions aren't good, Mr. Eshaan.' She teased him.

'Of course not.' Eshaan held her arm and pulled her closer. Monica fell on him, her palms resting on his chest. He moved his arm around her and held her close. He eyed her lips briefly before looking up into her eyes. She was still smiling. What was he supposed to make of it? Anyway, Eshaan thought he will take a chance. He was planning just to kiss her. Her lips were making him very restless.

Eshaan tilted his head and leaned closer. He aimed towards her lips. He closed his eyes as his lips approached hers. But before he could kiss her she pushed him. He looked at her.

'Control your hormones, Eshaan.' She said twirling her index finger on his thigh. He stared at her long slender finger and well-manicured fingernail.

'Everything takes time, you said yourself.' She said in a slow seductive voice. Eshaan looked at her. He got her hint.

'You will let me kiss you if I get you a project?' He asked innocently. He was expecting a slap, instead, Monica laughed.

She picked up her bag and got up, - 'Good night, Eshaan.' She replied stuffing her scarf into her handbag. Eshaan was confused now. She didn't reply to him and he didn't know what to make of her advances and her words. Perplexed he watched her wear her heels. She looked at him and smiled.

'Thanks for the drinks and returning my scarf.' She said. Eshaan nodded and stood up. He walked with her towards the main door. All the while, he left embarrassed to meet her gaze and so continued to stare at the marble floor.

Monica stepped out of the door, turned around and hugged him. Eshaan was taken aback as her soft arms wrapped loosely around his neck.

'Good night.' She whispered into his ear. Eshaan shivered as she kissed his ear-lobe. They broke apart and stared into each other eyes. Monica broke the eye-contact and turned around. With a heavy heart, Eshaan watched her walking away. She stood by the elevator and waved at him. Dazed, Eshaan waved back. After she disappeared into the elevator Eshaan realized he didn't bother knowing how she will be going back home. Eshaan smacked his forehead.

Stupid!

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Eshaan paced on the pavement and kept glancing at his watch and then at the road ahead. He clicked his tongue feeling restless.

'Where is your girl?' A man peeped from inside the building.

'Five minutes, Fernandes.' Eshaan called over his shoulder. Fernandes shook his head and agitatedly ran his fingers through the long ponytail.

'Hurry up, man.' He said pushing behind a strand of his blonde streaked black hair.

'Yeah, Yeah!' Eshaan said not looking at him but at his phone. He was going to dial Monica.