THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

32~ Condition

Monica stepped down the black Audi car. The driver flashed her a funny smile. She ignored him and closed the back door of the car. Then, she turned around and faced the elegant mansion.

'Wow!' Her mouth opened in an O. This Mansion was huge, and this was just his farmhouse. She imagined being a successful model and owning a similar farmhouse. She cleared her throat and adjusted the neckline of the off-shoulder metallic blue short dress. She tugged on the silver choker necklace and walked towards the main door of the building.

She pushed the door and entered. The entire place was so lavish and huge that she thought if she wandered without a map she would be lost. She looked around admiring the marble flooring, the walls and costly looking huge paintings. There was also a huge chandelier hanging above the center of the hall.

'Hello, beautiful.' She heard Kabir's booming baritone and she turned to look towards the long staircase. He stood at end of the stair, a glass of wine in his hand. Monica adjusted her expressions and smiled at him. He shifted and gestured with his head. She nodded and began cat- walking towards him. Kabir eyed her long legs and smirked.

'Hey!' – She said and then looked around, - 'Nice place.' She complimented and looked back at him. Kabir smiled and pulled her. Monica placed her palm on his chest. Kabir looked at her palm and then at her. She kept looking at him.

'Wine?' He asked. Monica nodded. Kabir clenched her palm tightly and led her towards the bar encounter which was opposite the living room. Monica eyed the leather sofa as she walked with him.

She was very impressed with Kabir's wine collections. It was twice, thrice much bigger than Eshaan's collections. Kabir behind the counter and turned to look at the range of wines. Monica smiled and leaned. She rested her arms on the glass counter and clasped her palms tightly.

'Good collections.' – She complimented him, Kabir turned around and beamed with pride, - 'Looks like you stacked all the wines in here.' She added.

'Yes, darling.' Kabir replied placing a bottle of wine and two glasses on the counter. He made a face as he poured some wine into their glasses.

'My wife, Kavita, hates drinking and smoking.' He said closing the bottle with the cap. Then he looked at her, smiled, and picked up the glasses. Monica shifted as he walked around the counter.

'Looks like you fear your wife.' She said coolly. Kabir's expressions turned stern but he swallowed his anger. Right now, he needed to be cool with Monica.

'Nothing like that, sweetheart.' – He passed her the glass, - 'I just love her very much.' He replied.

'Hmm,' – Monica took a step closer, - 'Then what are you doing with me?' She said raising her eyebrow.

Kabir smiled, - 'I love her but that doesn't mean I will be tied up with her. Besides, you are a better option.' He said, his gaze moved down, and he stared at her backside briefly before looking up. Monica noticed this. She mentally smirked.

Kabir raised his wine, - 'Toast to your achievement and wonderful performance at the fashion show.' He said

'Yes.' Monica raised her glass.

'Cheers.' They said in unison and touched their glasses together.

Kabir pulled a high stool for Monica. She smiled and sat. Then, Kabir tugged on his back coat and sat opposite her.

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As they drank, Monica hiccupped feeling his fingers caress her thigh. She moved the glass from her lips and looked at him. Kabir was eyeing her. She raised an eyebrow and he smiled.