Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 59 The sun shone brightly on the following morning.

Natalie woke up in a lazy mood. Her abdomen was a little bloated. She quickly got up and wanted to rush to the bathroom to pee. However, her legs felt like jelly as she staggered out of bed and almost fell to the ground.

She reacted quickly and propped herself up by the bed.

“Ahhhhhh!” There was a deafening scream shortly after Natalie entered the bathroom.

Natalie's sudden appearance surprised Trevon, who sprinkled half of his pee on the toilet bowl.

He kept calm and redirected his little brother back on track before putting on his pants.

Natalie ran out of the bathroom; her face and ears were glowing red. She crossed her legs to hold her pee.

She almost peed her pants from screaming.

Before long, Trevon swaggered out of the bathroom, looking refreshed as if nothing had happened. Natalie was disgusted. “Why are you in my bathroom, Mr. Wilson?” A wealthy man like Trevon indeed had many unusual habits; going to her bathroom in the morning was one of them.

Trevon glanced at Natalie's crossed legs. “Aren't you in a hurry?” he asked, looking amused.

Natalie could not be bothered by him. She rolled her eyes and rushed into the bathroom immediately.

However, she was furious when she saw the toilet.

“Trevon Wilson, your urine is all over the toilet bowl. Are you not potty-trained?” Natalie complained aloud as she held in her pee.

She flushed the toilet bowl's edge with water and cleaned it with some tissue before sitting on it to relieve herself.

Thank goodness she was good at holding it in. Otherwise, she would have wet her pants. Going to the toilet had become such a chore.

Moments later, Trevon asked. “Aren't you responsible for me peeing all over the bowl?" Natalie, still peeing, was speechless. “Is it my fault that your penis is crooked?” she muttered.

It's not like I'm the one who twisted it! She opened the door and walked out a happy woman. Trevon leaned lazily against the bathroom door with crossed arms. “Did you see it up close? Is it big?” Natalie did not understand what he meant. “What?” Trevon snorted. “Didn’t you see my dick? Are you satisfied?” Natalie would be a fool if she were still in the dark.

Her face immediately turned crimson, but she pretended to be calm. “I'm a doctor. The genitals of the human body are the same to me. Please leave after you're done.” Natalie meant going to the toilet, but Trevon misunderstood what she meant.

He stared at her calmly. “Is that so, Mrs. Wilson? Then why didn’t you say so in bed last night? Is it all the same for you? But | didn’t see you doing it any other way.” Well, she did use him last night.

Natalie tried to recall what had happened in bed last night, but her memories were scattered, and she could not connect the dots.

What happened was a little inappropriate for kids.

Avoiding his gaze, Natalie turned around and checked her chest under her clothes. She saw red marks all over her breasts.

She was so shocked she almost went berserk.

So what exactly happened last night? Did she sleep with him? Oh no, they were supposed to get a divorce in less than two months! Trevon was in a good mood as he observed Natalie's every move. “There's no need to look. We slept together as husband and wife. Don’t look at me like that. You wanted to sleep with me, not the other way around.” Natalie's eyes widened, she wanted to know what he meant. “What did you say? | wanted to sleep with you! Are you kidding me?” Was she that kind of person? Was she that desperate? Trevon forced her to the bedside. Her legs bent when she reached the edge of the bed, and she fell back onto the bed.

He leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of Natalie, staring at her intently. “I wasn't doped last night. You were, sweetie. | didn't force you, Don’t you remember how passionate you were last night? You wanted-" Natalie quickly covered his mouth. His handsome face was right above hers. Underneath his refined and ruthless appearance, he was nothing more than a low-down hooligan.

Natalie had never associated Trevon with that description, yet it suited him well now.

“Stop talking, get off me!” Trevon did not move; he motioned for her to continue.

Natalie licked her dry lips and gave up resisting. “Well, if my mind was muddled, why didn’t you send me to the hospital? Didn't you say you were sober?” Trevon suddenly felt insecure and a little guilty. He avoided her gaze and stood up with his back facing her. “It's hard to refuse your kindness,” he muttered mockingly.

Natalie took a deep breath and then. How much do you want, Cratched her head hard. She felt she had taken advantage of him for some reason. “Name a price, then. How much do you want? It's my first time. | bet it wasn’t your first time. Can it be cheaper?” she asked as if bargaining.

Trevon suddenly turned around, narrowed his eyes, and stared at her. He was speechless for a long time.

What kind of weird logic was it? What was on Natalie’s mind? She treated him like a gigolo.

She even dared to bargain. Was he for sale? Did she think she was shopping for groceries in the market? What did she mean by cheaper? Trevon was annoyed.

He knew she was a virgin when he saw a hint of red on the sheets last night. What she did not know was it was his first time too.

It took him a long time to figure out what went on below her waist last night, and he was not proud of it.

“What do you take me for, Natalie?” Natalie did not answer because she did not want to be entangled in the matter. Trevon called her an aggressor who took advantage of him. Therefore, paying him for his service was only fitting for her.

Natalie had kept her guard up since the day Trevon threatened her. She would occasionally tread out of her comfort zone but never let her guard down. However, Natalie d lost complete control last night. She failed miserably.

Therefore, she had to deal with the inevitable aftermath now, in case Trevon accused her of seducing him again, Was Trevon her husband? It was just alement. Was he a friend with benefits? Frankly, no one really cared. In the end, Natalie did not know what Trevon was to her.

In fact, they did not owe each other anything.

Natalie shattered Trevon’s early morning good mood. His face darkened. “You're something else, Natalie.” Then he slammed the door behind him, Natalie shivered in his wake.

What did Trevon want? Natalie tried to be fair with him, which made him unhappy. She tried to get closer, but he said he was uninterested in her. If he was not interested, why did he sleep with her in the first place? Natalie organized her thoughts, took out her cell phone, and called Sherri Landor.

Meanwhile, Hackett Blackwell was disturbed by the sudden ringtone; he covered his ears with a blanket, but the ringing continued relentlessly.

Henudged the woman beside him. “Hey, your call.” Sherr was in a daze when someone called her. She answered reflexively, “Yes, | know.” She picked up her cell phone. “Hello?” Natalie was anxious to share that she was doped and slept with Trevon. Then she recalled her best friend was also doped and in at more severe state than her.

Could it be that Sherri had also slept with someone? “Where are you, Sherri? Are you okay?” Sherri woke up feeling tired. She closed her eyes and replied, “I'm at home. Let me sleep for a while more. I'll call you later!” Natalie was relieved to hear her voice. Fortunately, her best friend was intact. She could relax now.

However, Sherri sensed that something was amiss after she hung up. There was a man’s voice next to her. She opened her eyes and saw Hackett's messy hair.

“Ahhhhh!” Sherri shrieked. Hackett frowned, covered his ears, and waited for her to calm down.

The screaming finally stopped. He crawled out of bed and rubbed between his brows. “What are you doing, Missy? Why did you wail so early in the morning? I'm almost deaf now.” Looking at the shirtless Hackett, Sherri could not believe she slept with a scumbag. She burst into tears. “Boohoo! Hackett, your scumbag! You fucked me. It's my first time. Boohoo!” Heckett's head hurt; he anticipated the outcome. Luckily he made a recording last night. Sherri continued to cry. “I want to fuck Hackett Blackwell; | want it out of my own free will.” The recording played over and over from Hackett's cell phone.

Sherri stopped crying abruptly. She wiped her tears and looked suspiciously surprised at Hackett's cell phone. Sherri thought that it was a recording, but in fact, it was a video. She gesticulated and kissed Hackett; there were several lovemaking scenes too.

It was disgusting! Was she man crazy and wild in bed? Sherri wondered.

All her dirt and secrets were revealed before the scumbag.

It was like social death for Sherri for embarrassing herself.

She immediately collected her thoughts, wiped her tears, and tidied her hair. “Ahem, good morning, Mr. Blackwell. It's just sleeping together for one night between two decerning adults. It's no big deal. Moreover, you didn't lose out. It's my first time. | trust it's not your first. I'll be gracious and let it go. Goodbye.” Sherri hurriedly put on her clothes, got out of bed, and left.

Hackett did not stop her. Instead, he spoke like a hooligan, “I saw that you were quite satisfied last night, Missy. Please call if you need my service in the future. Let's meet again sometime.” “There's no need. Let's treasure the rare. Otherwise, it won't be precious,” Sherri said sarcastically.

Hackett took a cigarette from the bedside and lit it; Sherri had already closed the door and left.