Not want to fu*k anymore?

Chloe had developed a knack for being suspicious of everyone ever since she caught her father engaged in immoral acts with other women. It made her wary of relationships and inclined to believe that her mother might be involved with someone younger. Venice couldn't blame Chloe for her distrust, but she hoped that her daughter could see that Kevin was just a friend.

But this was the main problem – he wasn't a friend; he was the ticket to a good life for her daughters. To put it bluntly, he was her sugar daddy. Even if they had only been intimate once, Venice had come to the decision that Kevin was her sugar daddy.

Despite Venice's concerns, Kevin remained oblivious to the internal turmoil his visit had caused. He continued chatting and joking, genuinely enjoying the moment. As he recounted stories from his store and recent endeavors, which were all lies, obviously. He appeared carefree and at ease.

Chloe, on the other hand, watched the exchange between her mother and Kevin, her sharp hazel-black eyes observing every nuance. Although she was still a bit skeptical, she couldn't help but notice that her mother's demeanor around Kevin was different from how she acted around anyone else. She was bit happy.

"So, Kevin, how did you own a store when you're still so young?" Chloe asked curiously as she took a sip of the coffee that Venice had made for all three of them.

"I inherited it from my father," Kevin replied, and before chole could ask her another enquiring question's he turned to Venice and then asking, "I didn't see your oldest daughter and husband. Where are they?"

"Big sis went for a job interview, and father had some work to do, probably in some love hotel," Chloe answered, her tone hinting at her disapproval and frustration with her father's behavior.

"Chloe, don't say things like that, He your father," Venice explained with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Kevin didn't want to meddle in their family matters, so he remained silent, knowing it was not his place to comment on such issues.

Chloe, looking a bit annoyed, rose from her seat and said, "It was nice meeting you, Kevin. Let's meet some other time," as she headed towards the door.

"Where are you going, Chloe? Have some chicken curry before leaving," Venice insisted, trying to bridge the gap with her daughter.

"I'm not hungry, Mom, and I already have plans with a friend. You enjoy your dinner with your friend," Chloe replied, slipping on her shoes.

"But I made it for you," Venice said, trying to get Chloe's attention, but Chloe seemed entirely disinterested and continued, "Also, don't make dinner for me. I'm going to eat out tonight."

With that, she left, leaving her mother feeling sad. Kevin looked at Venice's troubled face and said, "I could use some chicken curry," while playfully massaging his stomach, indicating that he was feeling a hungry.

Venice's sad face soon bloomed into a smile, and she asked, "Do you also want some chapati with it?"

"Why not?" Kevin replied, smiling warmly as he watched Venice skillfully prepare some orange-colored curry with tender pieces of chicken. She also set out some chapatis and salad to go with the delicious meal.

"Thanks for the food," Kevin said gratefully as he picked up a chapati and dipped it into the thick curry. And tore a piece of meat and savored the flavors as he chewed.

Venice observed Kevin enjoying her homemade meal, and her worries seemed to fade away bit by bit. "How is it?" she inquired, eager to hear his opinion.

"Not as tasty as your lips, but still, it's good," Kevin playfully complimented, causing Venice to blush. She playfully swatted his arm, trying to hide her bashfulness.

"Oh, stop it! You're just teasing now," she said, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.

"How did you find out?" Kevin said, pretending to be surprised.

Venice rolled her eyes playfully, knowing Kevin was just teasing her. "Oh, you're so mean," she retorted, acting mock hurt.

'How can a grown woman be this cute?' Kevin wondered to himself as he observed Venice's adorable antics. Her face, with its soft features and warm smile, suited her slightly plump figure perfectly.

With playful banter, Kevin devoured the deliciously made chicken with delight, teasing Venice here and there. After he finished eating, Venice started to wash the dirty dishes and couldn't help but inquire, "I didn't ask before, well, I did ask, but you just lied, so I'm gonna ask again. Why did you come here? You should have told me over the phone, and I would have come to you."

Kevin looked at Venice's back and rose up from his seat, walking toward her. "Honestly, I initially came here for, well, you know...fuck you," he hesitated, glancing at her with a playful grin, "but when I saw how lonely you were, I decided to be your companion and help chase away some of your sadness. I wanted to see you smile and be a bit happier."

He gently hugged her from behind, pressing his hips closer to her, but Venice continued to wash the dishes, her face blushing with embarrassment at his words. Despite the unexpected closeness and the soft murmur of his voice in her ear, she maintained her focus on the task at hand. Deep down, she felt a mix of emotions, realizing the complexity of her situation.

"And I got to see it, your cute, adorable smile, your playfulness. I got to see you happy, and it felt really good. Also, I got to enjoy the delicious chicken too; it was really good," Kevin continued, appreciating the moment they shared.

With a blushed face and an increased heartbeat, Venice stopped washing dishes and asked, "So, you don't want to fuck me anymore?"

Kevin was caught off guard as he heard her vulgar question. He felt Venice's body trembling in his embrace. She blushed near her little ears and her boldness genuinely surprised him. He had no idea she could be so straightforward. After recovering from the initial shock, he chuckled and replied, "Hahaha, who said that I don't? And how can I not want to fuck you when you're grinding your soft ass against my crotch?"