Chapter 161[r18]
"Keep up." Zach smiled and nodded, then started walking downstairs. Kevin quickly hid behind the stairs, watching Zach leave the office building. He felt a bit relieved as he could tell from their conversation that Zach and Mia weren’t in that kind of relationship. The one with ulterior motives fabricated the school rumors. After all, with a beautiful wife like Daisy Jones, why would Zach be interested in another woman?
Kevin waited for a moment and, seeing that Mia hadn’t come downstairs, stepped out from his hiding spot. He was now in a dilemma. If he went to go find Camila, Mia might come over. If she found out about his relationship with Camila, she might completely lose faith in him.
As he hesitated, he heard the sound of high heels from upstairs. He quickly hid again and peeked out, seeing two white, shapely legs descending the stairs. It wasn’t Mia but Camila, holding her phone and looking around as if searching for him.
Kevin hurried over and whispered, "Mrs. Cortez, why did you come down?"
Camila waved her phone apologetically. "I bought some things this morning, and the delivery guy just called to say they’ve arrived at my doorstep. I need to go home now."
Kevin was dumbfounded. He had been looking forward to having a good time with Camila, but now she had to go home. Reluctantly, he looked at her mature voluptuous figure and his mother’s advice hit him. He came up with an idea and said, "Mrs. Cortez, how about I come home with you to help? I have nothing else to do anyway."
Camila hesitated. She knew what Kevin was thinking. Although they had had sex several times before, they always did it in the office. She had never taken him home, partly for fear of being discovered and partly because she felt it was wrong to have sex with him at home as it seemed more like a betrayal.
"You can come, but we are not having sex," Camila said firmly after some thought. Her husband usually spent weekends gambling and wouldn’t come back until the evening, and her son couldn’t help much. If Kevin didn’t come, she would have to trouble the neighbors.
"Don’t worry, Mrs. Cortez." Kevin said with a cheeky grin, following her out of the school to her house. Camila lived in a long alley, and from a distance, they could see a pile of wood at her door, about a thousand pieces. If they didn’t move it into the yard, it might get stolen at night.
Camila unlocked the door and requested Kevin to move the wood to the area outside the kitchen. Kevin removed his shirt, leaving only his vest, and began the task. After nearly an hour, he was exhausted, drenched in sweat with his hands and face soaked. Camila unlocked the door and asked Kevin to move the wood to the space outside the kitchen. Kevin took off his shirt, leaving only his vest, and got to work. After nearly an hour, he was exhausted, covered in sweat, and his hands and face were soaked.
"Wash up, and you can go home." Camila said, placing a basin of water in the yard. She looked at the darkening sky, worried her husband might come back, and urged Kevin to wash up and leave.
"Okay, I got it." Kevin said, disappointed. He knew it was unlikely Camila would have sex with him at home. He washed his face, put on his shirt, and was about to leave when he heard a commotion and footsteps in the alley, as if a group of boys were chatting.