THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

45~ Super-Duper Awkward

With gentle breeze coming from the large open window the living room felt cooler. Even the fan rotating in low speed doesn't bother Monica, who sat crossed legs on the sofa. Dressed in low neck camisole bralette and white cotton shorts she felt very comfortable. She continued eating salad and watching fashion TV. As she watched there was a door-bell. She got startled and clicked her tongue in agitation.

'Coming.' She said annoyed and got from her seat. She wondered who it could be this late. She glanced at the wall clock, 10.00pm. She walked into her room. The doorbell rang again but she ignored it and wore a night robe over her clothes. It was mismatched, but she wasn't bothered. As she walked towards the door, the doorbell began ringing continuously. Monica frowned.

'What the ***?' Monica cursed opening the door. She looked at Kabir and sighed.

Oh God! I am not in a mood to **** him, please make him go. – She thought in her head. But outwardly she smiled seductively at him.

'Hi!' She said.

'Hi.' Kabir said. He sounded tired. Monica held his wrist and pulled him inside. Kabir loosened his tie and quietly walked towards the sofa. Monica frowned watching him. She shrugged and walked towards the wine cabinet. She took out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

Kabir removed his coat and threw it on the sofa, then he dropped on the sofa.

As she walked towards the kitchen she passed through the living room and found Kabir sitting on the sofa, his face buried in his palm. She frowned.

Why do I care? – She shrugged and walked into the kitchen.

Monica took an ice tray and carried it to the sofa room. She picked up the bottle of whiskey from the dining table and walked towards the sofa. Kabir looked up as she placed the bottle and ice tray on the coffee table. He looked at her and she smiled at him. He smiled wearily at her. Monica walked towards the dining table again and got the glasses.

Kabir watched as she kneeled next to the table and poured the drink into his glass. Then, she dropped two ice-cubes and looked at Kabir.

'What happened, darling? You are looking depressed?' She asked passing the glass to him.

Kabir sighed and took the glass from her, - 'You won't understand.' He replied. Monica poured a drink for herself and rose from the floor. She stood in front of him. He looked up and she winked at him.

'Can I help in any way?' Monica asked sitting on his lap. She moved her leg placing her right leg over the other. The slit of her night robe split, exposing her leg. Kabir eyed her legs briefly before looking at her.

'I am screwed, Monica.' He said.

'Really?' She asked taking a sip of the whiskey. Kabir nodded and shifted. Getting the hint, Monica got up from his lap and sat beside him. Kabir narrated everything and she listened intently to him. She looked away momentarily before looking back at him.

'Now?'

Kabir sighed, - 'You will have to leave this apartment.'

'What?' Monica sounded outraged. Kabir held her hand and leaned forward. He placed the glass on the table and turned to look at her. He held both her hands.

'It's only temporary.' He assured her. Monica tugged her hand to move away but he held it firmly. She twisted her lips and kept glaring at him.

'Where am I supposed to stay till then?' She asked. Kabir left her left hand and held her other palm with both his hands.