"Ruby, are you okay?" Arnold held her in his arms, his strong grip steadying her wobbly form.
"I... I..." Her words slurred, and Arnold struggled to make sense of what she was trying to say.
"What are you even doing here?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and irritation.
"Dinner," she managed to mumble, giggling softly.
"Dinner? With who?" His eyes narrowed, curiosity getting the better of him.
"Ah, ah, ah," she broke into a drunken laugh, pointing her finger at his chest. "You're jealous, aren't you?"
"What? Jealous? Me?" Arnold tried to sound nonchalant, but he could tell he wasn't fooling her—nor himself.
She giggled again, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"I like it. In fact... I like you. I like the way you kiss me, Arnold… Why do relationships have to be so hard?" She leaned in, her lips hovering close to his.
Arnold's heart skipped a beat, but he glanced around, noticing the curious stares of bystanders gathering outside the Michelin-starred restaurant. This was not the place for such a scene.
"Ruby, we need to get you home," he whispered, his tone gentle yet firm.
"Oh, so that's it? You wanna get me home so we can..." Her voice trailed off into a mischievous grin. "Let's do it here," she said, her voice louder than he would've liked, drawing even more attention from passersby.
"Ruby, please," he said, his cheeks warming as people glanced their way. "We're in public."
But Ruby was in another world, unbothered by the crowd or the chilly night. She let her fingers trace a teasing line down his chest, inching dangerously close to his belt, ready to let the thing in his pants have a standing ovation.
Arnold caught her hand just in time, feeling his face flush as he held her gaze, a mix of amusement and exasperation flickering in his eyes.
"Come on, Ruby. Let's get you out of here," he said, his tone low, yet full of a quiet resolve.
Just then, his chauffeur pulled up, and Arnold wasted no time guiding her into the car, relieved to finally have some privacy. Ruby slid into the seat, sinking back with a contented sigh. Arnold settled in beside her, letting out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.
As the car pulled away from the restaurant, Ruby turned her gaze to him, her eyes soft and hazy. "Arnold… why do you put up with me?"
"Because... I like you, Ruby. More than you realize."
A small smile played on her lips,
"well, well that is why I am going to punish you" She said mischievously
"What? What do you mean by -"
Before Arnold could finish she sentence, Ruby already placed her head between him and the steering. Although he was wearing pants, he could feel Ruby's lips round its way over his dick.
"Ru..."
"uhn uhn?" She answered in between mumbles, playing her tongue on his dick with the clothes on.
Arnold was struggling to keep his eyes on the road. His brain was having too much pleasure.
Ruby kept sucking his now hardened dick. With her lips she zipped down his pants, exposing the thin layer of his boxers.
Just as she leaned closer, Arnold quickly took hold of her shoulders, steadying her as he swerved to avoid a streetlight.
"Ruby!" he exclaimed, his heart pounding from the near-miss.
"Hmm?" Ruby murmured, lifting her head from his lap, her eyes glazed and drowsy.
"We almost had an accident," he said, exhaling sharply.
"uhhh…" she muttered, clearly too intoxicated to process his words.
Arnold sighed, glancing over at her disheveled, yet somehow endearing, expression. She was clearly out of it, but he couldn't help finding her charming in this vulnerable state. He gently placed his palm against her flushed cheek, his touch soft and lingering.
"Ruby," he murmured, his voice low, "you don't know how much I want this—how much I want you." He paused, brushing his thumb lightly over her cheek. "But not like this. Not when you're drunk and won't remember it tomorrow."
His was sincere but at the same time tinged with frustration. He wanted her, yes, but he also wanted her to be fully present, to remember every moment. She deserved that, and so did he.
But instead of responding, Ruby let out a soft, adorable snore, her head drooping back onto the passenger seat. Arnold couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her, entirely unguarded and at peace.
"You're impossible," he whispered, a fond smile crossing his lips.
Carefully, he reached for his phone and snapped a candid photo of her, sound asleep with her mouth slightly opened. He knew he'd want this memory—and reminder her of this moment.
Arnold finally arrived at her apartment late in the night. Seeing she was so fast asleep, he gently scooped her up from the passenger seat, carrying her up the steps to her door.
"Ummm...." She stirred slightly, murmuring something unintelligible as he shifted her weight in his arms.
Since he was carrying Ruby with his hands, he no choice but to use his feet to knock at the door for her apartment.
Shortly, Ariel's babysitter opened the door.
"Mr Arnold" Ariel babysitter let him in.
"Yeah.. She is dead asleep." he entered, into her room and dropped her on her bed.
"Is Ariel still awake?" he asked the babysitter who was staring at him from the door
"yes, she fell asleep not too long" She replied.
"Okay, thank you. I guess I can take it from here" Arnold said, flipping out 100 dollars from his wallet to her "here is your tip"
"thank you so much Mr. Arnold" She said smiling, before picking up her bag to leave.
"Goodnight, Ruby," he whispered as covered her with a blanket and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.
Arnold made his way quietly to Ariel's room, only to find her lying in bed, eyes squeezed shut in an obvious attempt to fake sleep.
"Ariel?" he whispered, catching her in the act.
Her eyes popped open, and a big smile spread across her face when she saw him.
"Mr. Arnold!" She threw her little arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
Arnold chuckled, returning her embrace. "I brought your mom home safe, sweetheart."
"Thank you, Mr. Arnold!" she said, her voice soft and sweet.
"Now, how about I help you get back to sleep?" Arnold suggested, picking up a few of her favorite bedtime books from the shelf.
Ariel's eyes lingered on him thoughtfully, and just as he settled next to her, she spoke up. "Mr. Arnold, can I ask you something?"
"Of course, sweetheart," Arnold replied, looking at her with gentle curiosity. "What's on your mind?"
She hesitated for a moment, then asked with innocent sincerity, "Mr. Arnold… are you my dad?"