Billionaire's Broken Trust

Chapter 4

FRANKLIN VIEW:

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

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

After we were through, as we had a few drinks, I was beginning 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, Frankie. But I would like to have some time with you today. You know, just you and I." Amelia touched my 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 ain't aware that I want to divorce her now," I told Amelia, as I was beginning to sweat despite the air conditioning unit in the private parlor.

Amelia frowned and tried to touch me again as she said, "No one would know, Frankie. 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 the idea of what Amelia said. My parents didn't like Natalie and only had me marry her to hide our family shame, as my father wouldn't want the news to spread out there that I slept with a young woman in her father's house.

I had little memory of how Natalie and I had s*x. And each time I tried to think about it, I would develop head pain.

"No." I rose to my feet and 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 as my neighbor, and we haven't done anything as intimate as 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, 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 think about.

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 dresses that ain't good quality.

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

I would have preferred to open up 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. Likewise, I would employ the service of a dry cleaner to take care of my laundry. That way, Natalie would be of no use to me.

"Come, let's go home. I will drop you off at home as it's getting late. Tomorrow, we will get to hang out again," I told Amelia, and she frowned.

Amelia stood up, hugged me, and said, "I want to spend the night with you."

"Do not worry, we will get to meet later." I carefully pulled Amelia off 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 away from my home.

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

"Frankie, you promise that we will hang out together tomorrow?" Amelia asked me, as she looked at my face with her lovely blue eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I staggered and got out of the car as I dragged myself into the house. I didn't know what time it was, but I was certain that 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 to open it, and when the door finally opened, Natalie was standing there wearing a light green night gown.

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

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

"Huh? What did I do wrong?" Natalie asked me, as her large brown eyes welled up with tears.

I looked at Natalie's face, unable to believe that 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 huge 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 again, wanting to suppress my desire, but my body was overheating, and I didn't know how long I could endure this.

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

"Shut up! You have been at home with me since morning. I ate your food before going out with Amelia. Was that why you stopped her from eating your food, because you put a love potion into 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.

"No! I cannot do that! I know that 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," I said.

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

I ignored Natalie's screams as I carried her up and took her back to our room on the top floor.