Billionaire's Broken Trust

CHAPTER 4

FRANKLIN POV:

"Okay," Amelia replied, and we started eating the chicken pepper soup the waiter had served us.

We didn't speak while eating, as the pepper soup was spicy.

After we finished and had a few drinks, I began to feel a light headache. I smiled at Amelia and told her, "I have to go home now. How about we meet up tomorrow Sunday again? Do you go to church?"

"Um, yes, Franklin. But I would like to have some time with you today. You know, just you and I," Amelia touched my right hand, and I quickly withdrew it, understanding what she wanted.

"No. We cannot do anything silly for now. I'm still married to your sister, and my family isn't aware that I want to divorce her," I told Amelia, as I began to sweat despite the air conditioning in the private parlor.

Amelia frowned and tried to touch me again as she said, "No one would know, Franklin. I have always wanted you, and now that I'm back, we will be together, and you will send Natalie away."

I wanted to give in to Amelia's idea. My parents didn't like Natalie either and only had me marry her to hide our family shame, as my father wouldn't want the news to spread that I slept with a young woman in her father's house.

I had low memory of how Natalie and I had s*x. Each time I tried to think about it, I developed a headache.

"No," I said, rising to my feet. I told Amelia, "We will get to do all that later. I promise you, I'm not sleeping with your sister. After she set me up, I have been living with her like a neighbor, and we haven't done anything intimate like making love."

"Really?" Amelia's eyebrows shot up as she looked at me in shock.

"Yes. We have separate bedrooms, though sometimes we use the same room, and Natalie knows not to cross boundaries with me."

"But you have seen her naked."

"No," I quickly waved off the topic of seeing my wife naked. It was something I did not like to see.

Natalie was more beautiful naked than wearing clothes. What did I expect from the daughter of a p********e? Thanks to the fact that she didn't know how to dress, mostly wearing loose-fitting clothes that weren't good quality.

I wondered who had advised Natalie to learn fashion when she wasn't fashionable.

I would have preferred to open a supermarket for Natalie, but what if she seduced her male customers and drugged them?

Natalie was still my wife, and I was very famous in this part of the city. I wouldn't want my wife to drag my name with her wayward life, coupled with the fact that I hadn't touched her since we got married. So it was best that she stayed home.

Although I enjoyed Natalie's good cooking skills, I didn't want to acknowledge that I liked anything about her.

Once I divorced Natalie, I would employ a chef to take care of my meals, as I didn't like eating fast food. Similarly, I would employ a dry cleaner to handle my laundry. That way, Natalie would be of no use to me.

"Come on, let's go home. I will drop you at home, as it's already getting late. Tomorrow, we will hang out again," I told Amelia, seeing her frown.

Amelia stood up and hugged my waist, telling me, "I really want to spend the night with you."

"Do not worry, we will get to meet later." I carefully pulled Amelia away from hugging me, as I was beginning to feel sick and sweaty.

"Waiter!" I called, and soon cleared our bill with my debit card.

Once we left the restaurant, I drove back to the Jacksons' residence, knowing it was a short distance from my home.

I arrived at the front gate and parked my car while I unlocked it from within, unable to get down and pull the door open.

"Franklin, you promise we will hang out together tomorrow?" Amelia asked, looking at my face with her lovely blue eyes.

"Yes," I replied, and Amelia got out of the car.

"Take care, sweetie!" She waved at me as I watched her walk back to her father's house.

I locked the car door properly and was feeling horny, as I wanted a warm body at the moment.

"What's wrong with me? Was I drugged?" I wondered and quickly started the car engine and drove home.

For three years that I had been married to Natalie, I hadn't patronized a p********e. I didn't want to now, so I drove home, believing once I got there, I would feel alright.

It was my habit to fall sick each time I ate out, as I didn't like it.

I arrived home late, driving my car into my compound and parking it.

I staggered getting out of the car and dragged myself into the house. I didn't know what time it was, but I was certain it was already late.

As I arrived at the front door, I rang the doorbell, but there was no response. I banged on the door, and when it finally opened, Natalie was standing there wearing a light green nightgown.

"Welcome back," Natalie greeted me as she moved away from the door for me to enter.

When I entered the living room, Natalie locked the door and turned to face me. I couldn't hold it back anymore, and I grabbed her and yelled at her, "What did you do to me?"

"Huh! What did I do wrong?" Natalie asked me, her large brown eyes welling up in tears.

I looked at Natalie's face, as I couldn't believe I was beginning to find her attractive. As I tried to look away from her chest, my eyes kept going downward to stare at her big breasts.

"You drugged me again, didn't you? Why can't you accept that I don't love you and our marriage is fake!" I yelled at Natalie once more, wanting to suppress my desire, but my dîck was becoming hard, and I didn't know how long I could endure this.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Aren't you the one who left the house just now with Amelia? What did she do to you, and you came back home accusing me?" Natalie sobbed, and I refused to believe that Amelia would drug me.

"Shut up. We have been at home since morning. I ate your food before going out with Amelia. Was that why you refused Amelia from eating your food—because you put a love potion in it!" I shouted, not wanting to believe that now that I had finally made up my mind to divorce Natalie, she dared to use voodoo on me.

"What? No, Franklin! I cannot do that! I know you do not like me, but I cannot stoop so low as to drug you. I want us to end our marriage peacefully and go our separate ways. I will get the divorce papers ready by Monday," Natalie said.

"And you want me to believe that? I have spoken to you several times for us to get a divorce and for you to leave, and you refused. Now you have drugged me again, just because you saw me laughing with your sister. Well, guess what? It worked, and I cannot help but desire to have you tonight."

"What??" Natalie struggled to break away from my grasp on the door as she yelled at me, "No, Franklin! I don't want you! Once you're awake tomorrow, you would lie that I used you. Let me go!"

I ignored Natalie's screams as I carried her up in my arms and took her to our bedroom on the top floor.