Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel 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 I 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? I 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. I 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?"