I didn't get a chance to reply to Emily. She was already heading home, sprinting off without a glance back, leaving me with just a view of her retreating figure.
Even though it was the first time that a woman shared her feelings to me and this woman was super persistent, I wasn't happy at all as I wasn't into her.
I stretched out and flexed my arm muscles. Even through my suit, I could see the definition. My body was in great shape—muscular, tall, and my looks weren't bad either—thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, and a prominent nose.
But why did the women I attract never look like Scarlett or Mia? Why couldn't I even attract a virgin?
I seemed to draw in married women or mistresses. This disparity was really hard to swallow!
Without realizing it, I found myself back at Scarlett's mansion. Only her car was in the garage; Ryan hadn't come back yet.
I opened the door and walked in. After changing my shoes, I saw Scarlett in the kitchen, wearing an apron and cooking, and smelled the tangy and sweet scent of salad.'What's she making?' I wondered, unbuttoning my suit jacket, tossing it on the sofa, and heading to the kitchen.
I stood behind Scarlett, gently wrapping my hands around her waist, and looked at the stove. She was making a salad.
I leaned in, kissed her earlobe lightly, and whispered, "Why the sudden light meal?"
Scarlett replied, "Ryan's not coming back for dinner. It's too hot, and I don't have much of an appetite, so I decided on something light. Why are you back so early today?"
I said, "Just came to pack up, getting ready to move."
She said, "Can't wait to get out, huh? I should've never agreed to Ryan letting you stay here in the first place."
As Scarlett spoke, she started chopping the vegetables with more force.
I knew she was mad.
I tightened my arms around her waist, lowered my head, and kept kissing her neck. After a while, I could feel her breathing getting heavier.
I comforted her, "Don't be mad. I just want to move out early so you can have more space. That way, I can come back at night and... you know, have some fun."
She said, "I know you only like my body."
I couldn't help but sense some jealousy in Scarlett's words. It was like she was upset about me moving out.
"Are you jealous?" I asked, puzzled.
"Why would I be jealous? I'm not your woman," Scarlett said, shaking her head, trying to hide her jealousy.
"Who says you're not? We've already seen each other naked and touched the most private parts. Married or not, you're my woman."After that, I tightened my grip on her waist, pulling her into my arms, and kissed her from behind.
I hooked her tongue into my mouth, and when she tried to pull it back, I sucked on it, not letting go.
Scarlett still didn't want kiss me. She tried to push my hand off her waist and even tried to bite down on my lip to make me back off.
But I saw it coming. Just as her teeth came down, I pulled away, leaving her to bite her own tongue.
"Ouch!" Scarlett yelped, clearly annoyed, and turned around to punch me in the chest.
Even though she put some force into it, her punch felt more like a playful tap, making me feel a bit ticklish and like she was flirting with me.
"Trying to bite me? This is what you get for trying to hurt me." I said.
"I'm mad and don't want to talk to you. Get your stuff and move out!" Scarlett snapped, pointing towards the front door.
"Come on, I'm sorry, Scarlett. Let me kiss you before I go." I comforted.
"No!" She turned her head away.
"You must have hurt you mouth from the bite. Let me kiss it better." I said, and grabbed her chin, gently forcing her to face me. Her lips parted slightly, revealing the tip of her tongue, looking so inviting.
I leaned in, slightly opening my lips, and kissed her deeply, our tongues meeting in a passionate dance.
Scarlett resisted at first, her fists hitting my chest, trying to break free.
I held her waist with my left hand and grabbed her hand with my right, pulling it behind me. She stopped struggling and instead wrapped her arms around my back, her hands gently caressing up and down.
I could feel her hands exploring my back, grabbing the hem of my shirt, wrinkling it in her grip.
She started to kiss me back, her tongue dancing with mine, exploring my mouth, teasing the most sensitive parts.
I bit her lip gently, leaving a mark.
"Ouch!" Scarlett's hand slid down to my butt, giving it a hard pinch, causing my underwear to shift out of place.My cock slipped out from the crotch of my underwear, the glans pressing against my pants, seemingly eager to find Scarlett's pussy.