The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

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Thalia’s Pov

I sat in the bathtub hitting myself for the mess that I created. It was all my fault but I took it out on him.

Thank G*d Nestor pumped some sense into me outside. I was the one that dived into the pool and

caused him to c**m on my thighs.

I looked at my thighs and gagged, realizing that his penis was on my thighs. I began staring at my

thighs and imagining what I was not supposed to imagine.

I quickly got up and slapped myself hard, I needed to get back to my senses. Maybe a cold shower was

going to do. I quickly stripped and got in the shower. I needed to get to my senses fast before I ruined

everything for myself.

Brandon was a dying man and would do anything to have sex. It was my fault, all I wanted was to

prove my theory. I had an effect on him, my touch had the ability to calm him down and stop his

episodes.

It was very weird, I had no explanation and could not think of the reasons why. I needed to do my own

research.

But one thing struck me, even though there was no concrete proof that the disease was somehow

connected to mood. I did not tell him about it because he was going to reject our connection and stop

cooperating just to prove a point.

Nestor had already hinted to me on how stubborn Brandon was and how far he could go just to prove a

point or to be right.

I soaked my body under the water as I thought of my next move. How our relationship was going to

forge was going to depend on me. I quickly finished drying my hair and put on my lotion but then

remembered that I did not take a pair of fresh clothes to wear.

I began cursing, passing with only a towel in front of Brandon was a recipe for disaster. I slowly opened

the door p*ssed but to my surprise, I found my pajama by the door.

Somewhere the jerk had a heart that he rarely used but only used it to up his clotted blood all over his

body. Or maybe it was Nestor trying to prevent something that we all did not want. I quickly dressed up

in pajamas and tidied my hair behind before walking out.

I joined them in the room but found Nestor had already left. The man was very weird, I could not even

say goodbye.

My phone rang which was weird. Brandon looked up, he was very curious and wanted to find out who it

was.

The line was new and I hadn’t had anyone call me or neither did I give the line to anyone. I looked at

the phone and it was just a number. I picked it up and heard a familiar voice, it was Melissa.

I smiled and walked out of the room. I could hear Brandon trying to call me but I ignored him. Yes, he

was impatient and curious to know who I was talking to. He needed to wait. I had sent a message to

Melissa informing and assuring her I was okay.

We needed them to stop searching for me or filling a missing person’s report. That was the last thing

we needed, the police bursting out of a secret hideout or them thinking Brandon was holding me

hostage.

I could hear from her voice that she was very excited to hear my voice. The woman was one in a This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

million, if only I had opened my eyes when I was still in my marriage and I had a friend like her I

wouldn’t be in the stup*d mess that I am in.

We talked for over thirty minutes before she decided to video call me. She was not convinced that I

was okay and probably thought I was lying. It was refreshing to see a familiar face. Derrick, my old

lawyer, her husband, also popped up and we talked, though he was asking a lot of questions.

I could also see he was not convinced that I was house-sitting for my rich friend, he wanted full details

of the house I was sitting in, the owner, the location, and if they could visit me. He was behaving like

that annoying elder brother and it was irritating the life out of me.

Yes, I was brainless Thalia that was easily manipulated but I left that girl on the bridge. A new

improved, self-aware, and no-take-sh*t girl was growing inside me and I could feel it.

To make their hearts settle, I promised them I was going to visit them soon. I was careful not to give

them a date because that would backfire. Only after I was done with Josh or halfway through the plan,

was I going to face them.

I was very sure if I visited them they were going to find out about my plans and guilt me into stopping

the vengeance. But I did not want anyone talking me out of my plans. Josh was going to kneel in front

of me and beg for forgiveness.

I was about to say my goodbye when Josh popped from behind me and sank his face in my neck

kissing me deeply. “What’s taking you so long babe,” he said and disappeared out of sight. I froze, both

Derrick and Mellisa Froze.

There was total silence as we stared at each other awkwardly, I had no idea what to say. Derrick

cleared his throat and smiled, congratulating me like it was my wedding or something. My face flushed

with embarrassment.

Melissa on the other side felt it was too soon to jump onto another man. She had a lot of questions and

wanted to know everything about him. His name, age, occupation? She wanted all his social media

accounts so that she could stalk him but Derrick came to my defense.

To my shock, he said the growl on my face was enough for the two of them to trust the decision I made.

I had not even confirmed that the man was my boyfriend but Derrick had already assessed from the

video call that I had a different growl. There was something different about me they both said.

I had no idea I was even happy, Brandon was always irritating the sh*t out of me in the house and at

the back of my head, I thought I was putting on a believable show that would get them off my back.

Maybe I was just a natural. I began stuttering and blushing, sending them both into laughter. They

decided to cut the call, wishing me all the best, and made me promise to call them should my mystery

lover dumb me.

I breathed in hard and held my chest, I looked behind me searching for the annoying jerk. That idiot

was definitely going to kill me one day. I grabbed a bottle of water on the table and galloped it all. If

there was any alcohol I would have taken it or if I knew which button to press for his hidden cellar.

I went to the bedroom where he was lying covered from neck to toe. The room was hot, he had

adjusted the temperature or something. I climbed the bed and began pinching him. I was aware he was

having an episode but my hug was going to fix him.

“Why would you do that, Melisa and Derrick think we are lovers,” I kept pinching him.

“Thalia please stop,” he cried out. He was in so much pain. His stup*d sickness was very irritating. One

minute he was naughty, the other minute he was in pain and almost crying.

I stopped and stared at him, he was shivering, I needed to pinch him and that was only going to

happen after the episode was done. I got on the bed and hugged him tightly.

“Thalia this is what we were talking about,” he protested but I held on to him tightly. He was only in

boxer shots and there was a high possibility that he was going to get an erection but I needed to get

used to that. He was right, he was a man and his body was only reacting to mine and I overreacted.

“Shut up and enjoy, if you want you can c*m on my pajamas,” I said. There was silence then I heard

him giggle. He relaxed and breathed in hard and held me back. We were a very weird set, but that was

the madness that worked for us.

I could feel his temperature beginning to return to normal. And waited until he fell asleep, slowly I

began dozing and slept off. I had no idea how many hours had passed but by the time I opened my

eyes he was very grey.

I moved and checked on him, he was not moving. I poked him but got no response. “Brandon!

Brandon!,” there was silence. He looked so pale and I began panicking.

“Brandon Brandon!” he quickly opened his eyes like he was having a nightmare. I sighed in relief and

held him.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“I thought I had lost you,” I replied.

He lifted his head and stared back at me p*ssed. “what the f**k is wrong with you? Did you check my

pulse?” he asked.

I only looked down in shame. It was the second time that I was panicking and waking him up without

checking whether he was breathing or not. I couldn’t blame myself, he always looked so pale and dead

every time he had one of his episodes.

He pushed me and placed his head on my chest asking, “Do you know the type of dream that you just

disrupted me from?” he asked.

I did not need to guess, I knew exactly what type of dream he would be p*ssed at but decided to go the

other way. “You were in hell burning for your sins?”

“No, I was having sex with some brainless idiot,” he replied. I froze, nearly biting off my tongue. He

really had no shame or any ounce of decency. I decided to keep quiet, sex was never the topic that I

was comfortable with him reasons known to myself.

He poked me, he was waiting for me to say something but I was reluctant. “Please Brandon let’s not

talk about this,”

“What if you got pregnant and became h*rny, would you ask Nestor or me for sex?” he asked.

I moved, Brandon definitely not normal? I began questioning. I swallowed hard and maintained my

composure. “I have fingers, Brandon, in fact, buy me a vibrator,” I joked, sending him into laughter.

He laughed so hard that tears began flowing down his cheeks. It was refreshing seeing him happy and

he always looked cute when he smiled and the shade of grey always disappeared.

“No vibrator in my house, just make arrangements with me,” he said as he moved in a seating position.

“For the beautiful dream that you disturbed me you will have to pay one day,” he stated. I stared at him,

if I was not wrong he was saying he was going to sleep with me.

“Don’t worry I will be dead and long gone before you even find out that you are pregnant,” he said in a

low tone. I looked at him but he looked away.

The room became quiet, I watched as he began scratching his arms. “Since you are obsessed with

f**king me, I will do you after giving birth,” I said.

He chuckled and looked away

“Live and your wish will be granted,” I stated. I knew it was insulting for me to make such a promise to

him when he was dying in less than two weeks.

He looked back and said deal

My throat dried, the idiot really wanted to do me. He got up with a smile evident, he was enjoying the

facial expression I was giving him.