"Of course, it's because you're beautiful. I hope you have a kid who looks just like you," I said without a second thought.
Then I turned to Ryan, "Ryan, you feel the same way, right?"
Ryan hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Yeah, that's right."
Scarlett knew I was just trying to show my feelings for her.
Honestly, I wanted Scarlett to have my kid, a daughter who looked like her. I'd spoil her the same way I did Scarlett, albeit with different emotions—one being paternal love, the other romantic.
Saying this in front of Ryan was risky.
As punishment, Scarlett kicked me right in the crotch.
I was already hard, and her kick made it worse.
Pain shot through my body, making me gasp.
"David, what's wrong?" Scarlett and Ryan asked, concerned.
I gritted my teeth, adjusting my chair to ease the pain. "It's nothing, just hit my foot on the chair leg."
When Ryan wasn't looking, I shot Scarlett a fierce glare.
She didn't care. She even put her foot on my crotch, gently soothing me, seeking forgiveness.
But I wasn't buying it. I'd get back at her.
My revenge would be to make her feel the power of my cock.
I pressed my toes against her plump pussy. Scarlett's face lit up with pleasure.
Even with Ryan right next to us, Scarlett enjoyed my toe massage, making me quite aroused.
But the moment was short-lived; Ryan finished dinner first.
He put down his utensils and got up. Scarlett and I quickly retracted our feet, placing them neatly under the table.
"I'm done eating, take your time," Ryan said.
Feeling guilty, I was afraid Ryan might find out about Scarlett and me.
I quickly stuffed some veggies into my mouth. "I'm done too! My colleague is waiting for me to play games, so I'll head out."
I put my utensils in the sink and ran out of the house.
I hailed a taxi to go home.
I couldn't be with Scarlett tonight, so instead of staying home and listening to them or peeking at them, I'd rather play games with John or find Mia.
As soon as I got out of the taxi near my place, I saw a pink car parked nearby.
The driver's window rolled down. "David? What are you doing here?" The voice was clear and cold, like a spring breeze.
I turned and saw Mia. She must've just gotten off work.
"Of course, I'm here to see you." I leaned one hand on the car window, the other on the door, grinning.
"Then hop in," Mia laughed, pressing a button to unlock the passenger door.
"At your service." I walked around, opened the door, and slid into the seat.
Mia drove smoothly, and soon we were parked in the underground garage.
We got out together, and I thought we'd just head upstairs.
But after a few steps, I noticed she wasn't beside me. No sound of high heels clicking.
I turned and saw her at the trunk, grabbing something.
I quickly went back to her, standing by her side, looking at the stuff in the trunk.
"Why didn't you tell me you bought all this?" I said.
"Who knew you'd walk so fast? I didn't even have time to call out," Mia said, a bit out of breath.
"Alright, my bad. Let me help." I took most of the bags from her, leaving her with just two lighter fruit boxes.
She caught up, holding my arm with her free hand.
"Do we look like a cute couple shopping and getting ready to cook?" she asked.
I chuckled, "I'd like that, but you have a fiancé."
"So what? He's not here. You're my husband now," Mia said, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
After a few times together, it seemed that I had a special place in her heart, and she might choose me over her fiancé.
"I like that. By the way, you haven't eaten, right? Come on, let's make some food to fill you so that we can have a good night," I said bluntly.
Mia blushed and pushed my arm away. "Don't be so vulgar in public. How can you say that out here?"
I laughed. She'd been bold enough to touch me in a meeting room, but now she was shy.
"So what? You're my woman. What's wrong with talking about that?" I teased.
"You're such a pervert!" Mia complained, letting go of my arm and quickly pressing the elevator button.
By the time I reached the elevator, the door was already open.
We got to her place, and she unlocked the door, leading me inside.
The house was dark, with moonlight streaming through the windows, casting a soft glow in the living room. Tall glasses on the table reflected the light.
As Mia changed her shoes, she turned on the lights.
"Put the stuff in the kitchen. I'll change and be right out," she said.
"Got it." I took off my shoes, walked barefoot to the kitchen, and set the items on the stove. Then I came back, lay on the sofa, and turned on the TV, feeling right at home.
In no time, Mia came out in her pajamas, but they were different from usual.
She wore a white short-sleeved T-shirt and white shorts. The fabric was thin and tight-fitting.