THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

36~ Make a Choice

Monica stepped out of the car. She clenched her shimmering golden clutch and pulled up the neckline of her sweet-neck nude and red short tube dress. She flipped her hair resting half on her shoulder. She had curled the edges of her hair as she liked the bouncing curls. She walked confidently towards the mansion. She had been here once before, yet she is awestruck with its beauty.

She stopped in front of the main door and rang the door-bell. She gulped softly and fidgeted with her clutch purse as she waited for someone to open the door. Soon, the door opened and Kabir stood at the other side. A smile appeared on his lips. He eyed her from top to bottom and Monica did the same.

He had worn sky blue slim fit shirt and black trouser pants. Top few buttons were undone revealing a peek of his chiseled chest. Monica looked up into his eyes. He smirked.

'Come in, love.' He gestured her. She smiled nodding and entered the house. Kabir closed and locked the door.

She walked into the living room with Kabir following her.

'Nice memory.' Kabir looked at her impressed. Monica smiled placing her purse on the counter.

'I was doing Engineering, and,' – she sat on the high stool and placed her one leg over the other, -'I was very good at it.' She said with pride. Kabir watched her caress her ear-lobe with her index finger.

'Beauty with brains, interesting.' Kabir said walking behind the counter. He opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of expensive wine and walked back to Monica. He sat beside her.

'So?' -Kabir began and took a sip of the wine, - 'you must have gotten the news that you are shortlisted.' He said. Monica liked how he got straight to the point. She gulped the drink and nodded.

'And now,' – Monica extended her hand and placed her fingers on his wrist, - 'it's going to be your call.' She said.

Kabir nodded, - 'I am the big man who gives out the final word. But unfortunately, you don't value my words.' He sipped the wine and watched Monica's expressions change.

She took a moment to compose herself. Then, she placed her glass down on the counter and looked at him, - 'Excuse me?'

Kabir smiled placing his glass on the counter. He knew she will play the innocent card. He shifted in his seat and smiled at her, - 'At the auditions, I saw you with Eshaan and,' – Monica stiffened, - 'You two seemed to be bonding very well.' He finished. Monica gulped.

'It was just a friendly lunch to-'

'My dear,' – He leaned forward and held her hand, - 'I told you in simple words. Either it's Eshaan or your career.' – He extended his hand and caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. He inhaled sharply as he felt her velvety soft skin.

Monica blinked at him for a second before moving her hand and holding his hand. Kabir climbed down the high stool after she climbed down and tugged his arm.

She held his gaze as she moved his arm and placed it on her waist. Kabir watched her palm slid from his forearm to his biceps and she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. Kabir shifted wrapping his other arm around her petite waist. She smiled.

'What if,' -she leaned forward bringing her face very close to his, - 'I choose you.' She whispered sensuously. Kabir felt goosebumps. Monica smiled and moved her head back. Purposefully, she brushed her lips against his jaw.

She moved back and stared into his eyes. Kabir loved that look, he extended his hand and hooked his fingers under her chin and raised her face.

'If that is the case then I assure you, you will be selected.' He said running his fingertips over her chin. Monica smiled and leaned closer. She brushed her lips against his lips. Kabir smiled and moved his hand. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer. He pressed his lips against hers. And within a second he began kissing her and Monica responded instantly.

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Some few feisty kisses later, Monica placed her palm on his chest and parted their frames. Kabir looked annoyed but she smiled at him.

'I am hungry.' She said gazing into his eyes. Kabir smirked and held her waist. He pulled her closer and looked darkly at her.

'Me too, sweetheart but not that kind of hungry.' He winked and tilted his head but before he could kiss her, Monica covered placed her palm on his mouth.

'Dinner first?' She said.

Kabir shook his head and pulled her closer, - 'I don't think you should be the one giving me orders.' He sounded agitated.

Monica gave out a small laugh and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck.

'Don't hurry, darling. Certain things are best when done leisurely.' She touched his lips with her index finger and trailed her finger down his throat, collarbone and rested her finger on the fourth button of his shirt. She kept eyeing him as she undid the button.

Kabir caught her hand. He stared into her eyes as he kissed the back of her palm. Monica smiled.

'As you say, sweetheart.' He said and took a step back. Monica smiled victoriously. He kept holding her hand as he led her towards the dining table.

'Ramu, Chetan, Plate dinner.' Kabir called then he looked at Monica. He guessed from her expressions and smiled.

'Don't worry, I will free them after dinner.' He said. Then, he walked around and pulled a chair for her. Monica smiled and took her seat. He sat beside her in the head chair.

Soon, the butlers arrived with dinner and plated food for them.

'Just wondering. Won't your wife get suspicious?' She asked.

Kabir looked at her, - 'She won't. Don't worry about her. I have been out whole night many times.' He said coolly. Monica didn't like the way he spoke about his wife.

'Don't you care about her.' She inquired.

'I do.' He replied taking a morsel of pasta. Monica frowned.

'But then-' She stopped talking when he held her hand.

'Your dinner is getting cold, my dear.' He said sternly. Monica gulped and nodded.

After that, she didn't bring up the topic of Kavita and continue to have her food.

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How was the Chapter, guys? The big Dhamaka up next *smirks* Are you all excited? Drop your thoughts in the comments, please *smiles*