But honestly, I didn't mind at all; in fact, it made me really happy.
Scarlett, having never borne children and blessed with naturally delicate skin as well as excellent self-care routines, still appeared to be a youthful beauty fresh out of college, despite approaching the age of thirty.
Even sitting next to me, she didn't look old at all. She looked like she totally matched with me, a muscular and handsome guy.
Guys who saw me and Scarlett being so close only felt envy and jealousy towards me, but not hate.
I figured they knew their own league and were well aware that they weren't worthy of Scarlett.
But I could feel a really sad gaze not far away.
Instinctively, I looked towards Emily's direction, who seemed jealous of my relationship with Scarlett.
Ignoring that, I kept enjoying my time with Scarlett.
Not only did I eat the beef she gave me, but I also grabbed her juice and took a sip.
It was 100% pure orange juice, with rich, juicy bits.
"Your juice is so good," I said.
Scarlett rolled her eyes at me. "Why are you drinking my orange juice?"
"Aren't you full? I thought you were done."
"Who said I can't drink juice if I'm full? I saved some room for it."
Even though Scarlett's words seemed like she wasn't happy with me, her tone was super gentle, almost like she was playfully teasing me for eating her food without asking.
After taking a big bite of food, drinking some apple juice, and swallowing, I said, "Why don't you try mine? My apple juice is great, all pure fruit juice, a hundred percent natural."
Then, I pushed my glass towards Scarlett.
She didn't hesitate, picked up the glass, and took a sip. The thick juice left a ring on her upper lip, looking like a little mustache.
She didn't put it down after that. Her lips stayed on it as she gently sucked the juice into her mouth, swallowing softly.
It was midsummer. Even with the air conditioning on, it was still hot.
Scarlett had just finished her meal, her nose showing a delicate sheen of sweat and her cheeks a rosy hue, like a freshly ripened apple. I truly longed to hold her in my arms and place a tender kiss on her cheek, imagining its delicate softness and delightful fragrance.
"Is it good?" I asked in a husky voice.
"It's good; next time I'll choose apple juice too." Scarlett nodded.
Her hair swayed slightly as she nodded, like a curtain swaying in front of her chest, occasionally revealing her skin. The sight made me harder and hotter than before.
Right now, I just wanted to press Scarlett under me and fuck her hard. I even wanted to shoot some of my delicious juice in her pussy.
"By the way, how did your talk with Ryan about having kids go?" I changed the subject.
"I do want to have a kid with you, but Ryan's pretty sensitive about emotional stuff. In front of him, I've always been against it. In fact, Ryan agreed, he said as long as it fulfills my wish to be a mom, whether the kid is his or not, as long as he knows whose kid I'm carrying."
This was too good to be true! With a little more persuasion from Hannah, it was only a matter of time before Ryan and Scarlett came to me for help with having a kid.
"That sounds pretty good."
"It's because it's so good that I'm hesitant to agree right away. I'm worried he might misunderstand and think we've been together for a long time. And if things go as expected, he'll soon come to you, asking for your help to convince me."
"So, what should I say then? Should I refuse like you?" I asked, puzzled.
After all, this was something between Scarlett and Ryan. I needed to know how she wanted me to handle it.
"Anyway, at the beginning, we should both refuse a bit, show our resistance, and see if he's just testing us. If he's really determined, it's not too late for us to have a kid later, and we're not afraid of him changing his mind."
"Okay, I'll do as you say." I nodded and hurried to finish my meal.
Seeing that I was almost done, Scarlett pushed the half cup of apple juice she had left for me to finish before we left together.
"I might not be going home this weekend," I suddenly said.
"Why? You promised." She frowned slightly, a little unhappy.
I loosened my tie a bit, unbuttoned the top button, revealing a rather noticeable bruise on my skin.
When she saw this, Scarlett's eyes widened. Ignoring the people around us, she boldly grabbed my collar and pulled it apart.
"What happened? How did you get such a serious injury?" Scarlett frowned, her tone carrying a hint of nervousness.
"It's nothing, just a few customers causing trouble at the bar. I got into a fight with them before I dealt with them."
"You're so badly injured. Why haven't you come back yet? Come home tonight, I'll take care of your wounds! Your bruise is starting to turn purple. Did you not take care of your wounds after the fight?"
"No, I was just caught up in the joy of winning at that time," I lied to Scarlett.
Seeing the concern in her eyes made me feel really happy.
I even felt that getting injured in a fight yesterday was worth it.
And I had completely seen who truly liked me, and who only liked the pleasure I brought.
Yesterday, Emily and I had made love for so long. My body was completely exposed, with all my scars in plain view, yet she didn't even think to treat my wounds or worry that our intense movements might aggravate them.
All she could focus on was making love to me, seeking that overwhelming pleasure from my body.
Scarlett grabbed my arm, her voice filled with frustration. "You idiot! You need to come home with me today. No plans for the weekend — just stay home and rest."
I shook my head, avoiding her worried eyes. "I can't. The person I fought with at the bar is someone important. It might mess up your life and work."