Chapter 885 Sexy
Grant changed into his slippers and turned to see his wife standing at the bedroom door, wearing the sapphire blue silk nightgown he had bought her last year. The semi-transparent gown revealed glimpses of her voluptuous figure, enticing his imagination. Her shoulder-length hair cascaded over her smooth, white shoulders. Her arms were sleek and delicate, like they were carved from jade. Her full breasts stood proudly, her eyes sparkling with a seductive allure. The nightgown showcased her long, white, and shapely legs.
"Honey, you're back," Kimberly said, walking up to him with a frown. "Why have you been coming home so late these days? Is the office really that busy?"
"Yeah, I've been busy with poverty alleviation work, gathering materials from various townships," Grant explained with a smile. Looking at his wife's charming face, his suppressed desire flared up. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, his hand squeezing her firm buttocks, pressing his chest against her ample breasts. His lower body quickly became hard.
"Honey, you're so beautiful," Grant said, kneading her firm, round buttocks, feeling the elasticity that made him dizzy with pleasure.
"Stop it, it's late. Let's get some rest," Kimberly said, pulling away from his embrace, her expression showing some irritation.
Grant looked embarrassed but was inwardly furious. Kimberly had become very resistant to physical contact with him. Not only did she refuse to have sex, but she was also impatient with even a hug. He wondered if it was a lingering effect from the last time he forced himself on her, which had led to her staying at the school for half a month in anger. He had to beg and plead to get her to come back home, so he didn't dare push his luck again.
Seeing his wife sit down on the couch, Grant sat beside her with a smile and asked, "How have the lessons been going these days?"
"Same as usual," Kimberly replied impatiently. "I've taught students before; it's not much different from school."
"I mean, has Kevin mentioned anything about Armando?" Grant asked. "I wanted you to bring him home not just for lessons. You need to find a way to probe him about it. We need to establish a connection with the leadership. Try to ask him about it."
"How am I supposed to ask that?" Kimberly frowned. "I'm his teacher. Should I just say, 'Kevin, what's your relationship with Armando? Can you put in a good word for my husband?' Do you think that's appropriate?"
"Hey, don't get mad, honey. Of course, I don't mean for you to say it like that," Grant said with a placating smile. "You can hint at it subtly. You're his teacher; use a little tact, and he'll tell you everything."
"Tact?" Kimberly's face darkened. "Grant, what do you mean? Are you suggesting I seduce my student? You might not care about your reputation, but I do."
"Come on, you misunderstood me. I would never want that," Grant quickly explained. "I mean, you can show concern for him and ask about his family. Maybe Kevin is related to Armando. This is crucial; we need to find out."
"Do you think Kevin is stupid? If he were related to Armando, do you think he'd tell me? I don't know what's gotten into you. Instead of focusing on your work, you're obsessed with these schemes. I think you're losing your mind," Kimberly said angrily, storming into the bedroom and slamming the door.
Grant felt frustrated but knew that despite her words, Kimberly wouldn't abandon the task. The real issue was whether Kevin would be willing to help.
Previously, he had worried about Kevin taking advantage of his wife. Now, he almost wished Kevin would, so he could have leverage over him.
You can't catch a wolf without risking the child, Grant thought with a ruthless expression. If getting close to Armando meant letting Kevin take some liberties, he would have to grit his teeth and bear it. He just hoped it wouldn't all end in failure.
Kevin walked down the street, thinking about what had happened at Kimberly's house. He felt a bit strange. He had embarrassed himself by crying in front of her, but she hadn't laughed at him. Instead, she had comforted him gently, like a caring older sister.
Audrey used to talk to him with the same gentle demeanor, but now she ignored him. Kevin sighed deeply, feeling a heavy weight in his heart. He couldn't shake off the despair and agony, much like Albert had felt over Laura. Now he truly understood that suffocating pain.
Beep beep...
Kevin was lost in thought when a car horn startled him. He instinctively moved to the side of the road, watching a red BMW speed past. He thought about how many wealthy people there were in his hometown. In the past, owning a Santana was impressive. Now, BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes were common. He wondered if he would ever drive a BMW himself. Would he have to rely on his mother's success in business to become a rich second-generation?
But running a business wasn't easy. Since his mother opened the clothing store, she had spent almost every day there, often going to the provincial capital to restock. She had to deal with all kinds of customers and navigate the various government departments like the industrial and commercial bureau, tax office, fire department, price control, and urban management. Occasionally, she even had to deal with local thugs, paying them off to avoid trouble.
The clothing store's business hadn't picked up much over the past few months. If it weren't for a bonus Kevin received from the county, Bethany might have had to close the store. She planned to partner with Dolores to open a branded clothing store, hoping to make a final bet.
If this attempt failed, not only would they lose all the money they had invested, but they might also lose their house and end up on the streets.
Kevin silently prayed for his mother's success. It wasn't about becoming a rich second-generation but about his strong-willed mother, who had raised him with great effort, finally having a good life. If her business failed, it would be a devastating blow to her. Unfortunately, as a student, he couldn't help much.
"Kevin!"
A voice suddenly called out to him. Kevin looked up to see the red BMW parked by the roadside, with Natalie leaning out of the car, waving at him. "What are you doing out so late?"
"Sis," Kevin said, walking up to the red BMW. He saw Natalie wearing a black low-cut camisole dress, her ample breasts almost fully exposed, with a deep cleavage that could hold a sausage. Her lips were bright red, and she wore sparkling earrings, looking both seductive and sexy. "I just came back from a tutoring session and was heading home."
"Isn't it summer break? Why are you working so hard?" Natalie said with a charming smile. "Get in; I'll give you a ride home."
Kevin got into the passenger seat, noticing how short Natalie's dress was, almost reaching her thighs. Her white legs made his mouth go dry. The desire he had suppressed at Kimberly's house was instantly reignited by this mature, sexy woman.
Seeing Kevin's evasive gaze, Natalie chuckled and placed her hand on his crotch, gently stroking his already hardening penis. "You were on Oakwood Lane. Were you at the upscale residential area?"
"Yeah, sis, how did you know?" Kevin asked, feeling the intense pleasure from Natalie's soft hand. His head tingled with the sensation. He nodded instinctively at her question.
Natalie smiled slightly, her hand slipping into Kevin's shorts to grasp his iron-hard penis, stroking it. "I doubt you were just at a tutoring session. Were you visiting relatives?"
She suspected Kevin was related to Armando. Otherwise, she couldn't explain Fiona's close relationship with Kevin. It was unlikely for someone from a cadre family to get close to an ordinary boy like Kevin. Such families were very protective of their inner circles.
"Relatives? I don't have any relatives in the upscale residential area. I was at my classmate Kimberly's house for tutoring. She lives there," Kevin said, feeling the exquisite pleasure from Natalie's soft hand, his penis swelling and hardening. He was on the verge of ejaculation, his mind hazy from the stimulation.
Natalie felt doubtful. Kevin's expression didn't seem fake. Could he really have just gone for tutoring and had no connection with Armando? If so, she had misjudged him. If Kevin was just an ordinary student, she didn't need to invest so much effort in him.
Thinking this, Natalie quickly withdrew her hand from Kevin's pants, started the car, and said with a faint smile, "Alright, Kevin, it's late. I'll take you home."
Kevin was enjoying the pleasure, almost about to climax, but Natalie's sudden change in attitude left him confused. He didn't understand why she had suddenly stopped.
Just then, a pleasant ringtone sounded in the car. Natalie instinctively picked up her phone, only to realize the sound was coming from Kevin. She was surprised to see he had a phone.
"Hello, who is this?" Kevin answered, seeing an unfamiliar number. He hesitated but picked it up, wondering who would call him so late.
"Hello, is this Kevin?" a mature and steady woman's voice came from the other end. "I'm Maurice, Fiona's mother."
Fiona? Fiona? It was Fiona's mother calling him.
Kevin was stunned. How did Fiona's mother get his number, and why was she calling him so late?
"Oh, hello, Mrs. Maurice. This is Kevin. How can I help you?"
"Fiona sent some things from Antarctica, and there's something for you. So, I'd like to invite you to our house for lunch tomorrow to give you Fiona's gift. Are you available tomorrow?"
Maurice's voice was gentle but carried an undeniable authority, a natural air of someone in a high position.
"Um... Mrs. Maurice, I have plans tomorrow. Can we reschedule?" Kevin hesitated but declined Maurice's invitation. It wasn't that he was being arrogant, but his previous encounter with Maurice had left him feeling slighted. He didn't want to see her.
"Alright then, Kevin. Goodbye," Maurice said after a brief pause, seemingly surprised by his refusal. She didn't say much more and quickly hung up.
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