THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

13~ A Hot Encounter

Next two days, Eshaan avoided Monica. Whenever she called him he used to cut her call and answer her texts with some excuses and short words. Eventually, he stopped. He had immersed himself in work and ignored any distraction. Women, Wine and Wealth are the biggest weakness for most men. Eshaan had gotten temporarily distracted but now he has found his focus. He hardly spoke to Shumi also.

Friday night, Eshaan returned home late from work. Though he was exhausted there was a broad smile on his face. Finally, this week there was some improvement in the ratings. As Head of marketing Eshaan had immense pressure but his hard work and self- control paid off.

Eshaan yawned as he stripped off his formal clothes. He tossed them into the laundry bag and wore blue cheese printed boxers. He brushed and washed his face. As he stepped out of the bathroom wiping his wet hair with a towel there was a sound of door-bell. Eshaan frowned. Reflexively, his gaze traveled to a small wooden wall clock above the dressing table.

Who could it be? - Eshaan wondered as he quickly wore a black track pant and a blue shirt, he buttoned the only bottom three buttons. He racked his hand through his hair as he walked towards the door. It was 12 in the night and Eshaan was confused. Distracted he didn't peep through the peephole.

'Monica.' Eshaan was shocked to see her on the other side. Quickly, he opened the door. Unlike always she wasn't fresh as a daisy. She was dressed in maroon long jumper reaching till her knees and white thong slippers. She clenched the sling of her handbag as she eyed Eshaan from top to bottom.

'What are you doing here so late?' Eshaan asked pulling his shirt and trying to cover his body. Monica held his hand and he paused. She pushed him inside and he stumbled back.

'You weren't answering my call,' – She entered the apartment and with her feet she kicked the door, the door closed behind her as she continued speaking, - 'Nor replying to my texts.' – She walked towards him, Eshaan kept moving back, - 'So, I decided to drop in. I was waiting for you since 6 in the evening.' She stopped inches away from him and pouted sadly. Looking at her sad face Eshaan felt guilty.

Eshaan held her shoulder, - 'I am sorry. I was caught up with work. Anyway, let me make it up to you.' – He smiled and took her hand in his, - 'Are you hungry?' – He asked, and she nodded, - 'Noodles. I have got a variety of Ching Noodles, take your pick.' He said. Monica smiled at him. He tugged her hand and led her to the kitchen.

Monica leaned against the kitchen slab and placed her right ankle on her left. She folded her arms and watched Eshaan open the top shelf and pick out one of the packets. His shirt slipped up as he had his arm raised, she eyed his prominent V abdominal from the side.

'Here.' He straightened, and Monica shook her head. She straightened looking away from his lower-abs.

What are you doing, Monica? Get a grip on yourself – She mentally scolded herself. She looked up at Eshaan. He showed her a packet of Ching's Hakka Noodle.

'This will be enough for both of us.' He said looking at the packet. Monica nodded. She straightened dropping her arms.

'I will boil the water.' She said. Eshaan nodded.

'And I will cut the vegetables.' He said. Monica agreed.

Eshaan took out a non-stick Kadai form lower-shelf. Though, Eshaan hardly ever comes to the Kitchen he knew where Shumi keeps everything. He remembers partly because of his good memory and mostly because Shumi keeps chattering about the kitchen and everything. Just like the other rooms, Kitchen was also spacious. The stove inbuilt with a chimney over it, the green granite slab. A large sink, five feet fridge, a French window to the side, lots of cabinets. Now, Eshaan realized what Shumi meant by saying that she feels like a free bird working here.