Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 20

Seeing the raised fender, Hackett cursed Frank in his heart again, and at the same time, he was already helpless inside. He thought that brotherhood was nothing but bullshit.

Sherri sang for a while and realized that something was missing. She kept mumbling something and was fishing on Hackett's body.

Hackett listened to the slurred words and wondered what she was talking about.

"What are you looking for?" He slapped away her hands that were running through his body.

Sherri pursed her lips in displeasure and said, "Where's the microphone?"

Hackett replied, "There's no microphone here. I'll find you one when we get out of the car."

Sherri seemed to agree with this. She fell into silence and stopped running her hands through his body. Hackett was really tired of her messing around, so he closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.

Suddenly, he felt a spasm and looked down, only to see Sherri singing to him between his legs with a smiling face.

Hackett hurried to slap her hand away. "Missy, this is not something you can play with. Let's change to something else. You can't afford to pay for it if it's damaged."

Hackett thought, "This is the most important thing for a man. If something goes wrong with it, I'm afraid everyone in our family will be angry.

"After all, it's equivalent to cutting off the bloodline of the Blackwell family."

However, Sherri was like a stubborn child, unwilling to let go. She looked up at him with teary eyes, and Hackett could only coax her to let go.

"Listen, this is not fun. Let's play something else, okay?" Hackett was helpless. This woman had no regard for his future.

He was a normal man, so he naturally had desires.

"I don't want to. I want you to listen to me sing," Sherri shouted.

"You are tired of singing, aren't you? Let's change the game. What else do you like to play? I can accompany you," Hackett said. Then he thought deep down, "Missy, let go of me, please. It means the future generations of our family!"

Sherri carefully thought for a moment. "Blow up balloons. Is it okay?" she said with a begging look in her eyes. Her eyes were misty after her drunkenness, and she looked like a pitiful child.

"Sure. You stay quiet and sleep, then. We'll go buy balloons after getting out of the car, okay?"

"No, I think I saw colorful balloons. I want to blow up balloons right now." Not waiting for him to figure out where the balloons were, the next second, she got up and sat on his lap, then held his face with both hands and blew air into his mouth.

For a moment, Hackett could not catch his breath and was on the verge of suffocation. He pushed her head away with one hand and breathed crazily to stay alive.

He could never have imagined that what she said about blowing up balloons was completely different from the one he understood.

Just after he caught his breath, Sherri came up to him again. She pressed her lips to his again and blew so hard that Hackett doubted if he would be killed tonight.

Just as he was struggling to survive, the fender slowly descended.

Although Frank could not see the scene in the back seat, the two's conversation was clear to him. He thought he was listening to a drama played by two comedians all night. But as they were close to Hackett's house, he thought he should ask where to send them.

He didn't expect to see such an embarrassing scene, but he still interrupted them and said, "You guys stop first. I have a question."

Hackett quickly pushed Sherri away and tried to explain. He said, "That's not what you think. She messed around after getting drunk and kept saying she wanted to blow up balloons."

Even Hackett himself was in disbelief over the words he just said, and he felt a little helpless.

But Frank was calm and did not feel the slightest bit of surprise. He asked, "Where should I send you guys?"

At the side, Sherri, who was pushed away by Hackett, still tried to hold on to Hackett's face to blow into his mouth. Hackett grabbed her chin tightly and took the opportunity to talk to Frank.

After a good while of thinking, he said, "Why don't we send her to a hotel? I think it's inappropriate to bring her to my house, after all."

"What's inappropriate since you two have kissed each other? I'll send her to your house." Frank directly made the decision and headed in the direction of Hackett's villa, and at the same time, he once again raised the fender.

Just before the fender was about to close, Hackett had a plan in his heart and shouted, "Mr. Roberts, help me purchase 500 balloons on the roadside."

Frank's meaningful voice came through the gap between the fender and the car roof. "Are you sure you can use all 500 balloons for one night?"

Hackett cursed in anger, "Fuck you, I'm talking about balloons to dress up the room."

Once the car stopped at Hackett's Blue Garden, Frank gave him a big bag of balloons in different colors and a box of birth control supplies.