Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 58

Natalie was on the verge of despair and thought of Trevon Wilson's handsome and frigid face; the heat in her body became even more unbearable.

She suddenly wanted to see him and was amazed by her desire for him.

Natalie thought about the same person who wanted to desecrate her grandfather's grave last night when she was in such a dire

situation.

Indeed, she had blinked first and was clearly the loser in her game with Trevon.

Max Wilson crawled back to Natalie's side and attempted to remove her clothes. Natalie slapped his hand away. Max became aroused when her soft hand touched him, and wanted her even more.

He lunged at Natalie lustfully, but she turned her head to the other side, too weak to fight back.

Fortunately, Max did not land on her. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a familiar and cold face in her daze.

Natalie's vision was blurry, and could not see clearly. She felt her body being lifted off the ground.

Trevon's eyes fixed on Emily Foster, hiding in the dark corner. He said to Jim Hawk in a steely voice, "Take them all back!”

Frank Roberts put his hands in his pockets and said tongue in cheek, "I'll do it. The Foster family's living room is huge. I'll have to see it for myself."

Emily was so frightened that her cell phone fell to the ground with a bang. She lowered her head and walked out trembling, she did not pick up her phone when she left.

Harry Foster heard the commotion and came out to check. He almost had a heart attack when he saw Trevon Wilson in the living room. Harry regretted listening to his wife; his legs felt like lead when he left his room. "Mr. Wilson, Mr. Roberts, and Mr. Blackwell, it's not what you think. Max took a fancy to Natalie."

Little did Harry know that Trevon was Natalie's husband. He tried to explain and blame it all on Max Wilson.

Trevon did not bother with Harry's nonsense. He told Hackett Blackwell to send Sherri home.

Jim Hawk raised the barrier window behind him when they got into the car.

"What a life! Mr. Wilson didn't even mention going to the hospital. Is he going to take care of Mrs. Wilson instead?" Jim wondered.

It was not good to take advantage of others. He thought.

Natalie sensed the familiar scent next to her while suffering from uncontrollable heat inside her body. She moved closer to Trevon and subconsciously clung to his neck. She then rubbed her head against him bit by bit.

Trevon pulled her onto his lap with all his might, and her clothes fell to the floor.

Natalie's delicate little hand caressed the outline of his face gently. Her hot lips moved closer, touching his cold lips repeatedly as he observed her irrational behavior.

It was the first time Trevon found Natalie so beautiful and seductive.

However, he could feel she was still controlling some emotions. With wicked intentions, he held the back of her head and lowered his body to kiss her. Soon Natalie gave in and lost all control of her inhibitions. After kissing for what felt like a century, Trevon looked at Natalie in an excellent mood and gently caressed her crimson face. He picked up her clothes and covered her body.

"I won't tease you anymore; I'll take you home, bear with it for a while longer," Trevon said softly.

However, Natalie did not hold back. Her hands continued to tug at his heavy jacket and shirt.

The car soon arrived at Adare Manor.

Jim got out of the car and opened the door.

"Help Max Wilson clear his head and put him on a trending topic," instructed Trevon.

"Yes, Mr. Wilson." Jim fully understood what he meant by clearing Max's head.

Trevon then carried Natalie into the villa. The lights were not switched on, and the faint light from the street lamps illuminated the

stairs.

He carned her into the bathroom and wanted to help her take a cold shower. When he turned on the showerhead, Natalie wrapped herself around him like a serpent.

Trevon's Adam's apple bobbed, releasing the devil within him wantonly. He tried the last of his senses to suppress it while staring at her with his scarlet eyes. "You'd better behave yourself, Natalie, Otherwise, you'll have to bear the consequences."

However, her hands had a mind of their own. Her lips touched Trevon's throat and repeatedly nibbled on his Adam's apple. He threw aside the showerhead and looked at her intensely. "Look closely, Natalie. Do you see who I am?"

"Of course; you're Trevon Wilson."

"Very good. Do you want me now? You're not saving yourself for Edward Landor anymore, huh?"

"Yes, I do." Natalie had lost all her senses, agreeing to his desire as she went along. Her voice was soft and seductive; Trevon's heart pounded uncontrollably.

"You were in search of a new husband yesterday. But now you say you want me. What are you thinking?" asked Trevon.

He had forgotten that Natalie was high on drugs and was not her usual rational self. Her inner emotions had taken the best of her at

the moment.

"Help me, Trevon. I feel terrible!" Natalie, who had lost all her senses, stared at him with teary eyes and kissed his lips as she begged.

Her plea in a weak voice caused ripples in Trevon's heart. He broke through his defense, gritted his teeth, and said, "You asked for it. Don't regret it!"

Then he picked her up by the waist and walked toward the bed.

The night was dark, and the cold wind blew against the window panes.

The flickering street light penetrated the room, making the two overlapping shadows all the more ambiguous.

Hackett was about to send Sherri back home but decided to send her to the hospital instead. He was afraid that Edward Landor might misunderstand him if he called.

He turned the car around toward the hospital but not to the Athana Hospital. Sherri was a doctor there; keeping it out of her workplace was best.

They arrived at a private hospital far away from the Athana Hospital. There were few people here, but it was more expensive.

Hackett drove to the basement, opened the back door, and entered. He tried to wake Sherri up by patting her face gently. "Sherri, wake up, Sherri." Hackett was a little too heavy-handed and Sherri woke up in pain.

Hackett's enlarged facial features appeared when she opened her eyes. The scent of male hormones quickly aroused the drug in her body.

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Sherri flipped over and straddled Hackett's legs, facing him. Then she covered his mouth without warning.

Sherri had never been in a relationship before. Her kissing skills were elementary, which made Hackett very uncomfortable.

He held Sherri's chin firmly and stared at the unconscious woman before him. "Miss Landor, are you on a hunt for prey? Stop fooling around and get out of the car quickly. I won't mention a word to anyone." Sherri did not retreat and went straight for his belt instead. Hackett quickly grabbed her hand to stop her. Sherri was upset that Hackette restrained her hands. "Give it to me; hurry up!" she muttered. Hackett facepalmed. How much drug did this woman consume?

He buckled his belt and was about to open the car door when Sherri suddenly pulled him back and pushed him against the back of the backseat. She lowered her head and pressed her lips against his again before undoing his belt.

Sherri donned a dress, stockings, and a thick black down jacket. She threw the down jacket onto the steering wheel. Hackelt was exceptionally sensitive to her touch without his longjohns. His arousal rushed straight to Sherri's head.

All the senses in her body clamored like wildfire.

Hackett was no saint either. He kissed her back deeply. "Sherri Landor, note that you want to sleep with me, not vice versa. Say it!"

Hackett hurriedly turned on the recording on his cell phone and said, "Say that you want to fuck Hackett Blackwell; you want it out of your own free will. Then I'll give it to you!"

Sherri repeated every word he said into the recording.

Hackett put away his cell phone and threw it into the driver's seat.

Before long, a car in the dark parking lot swayed like a ship in the storm.