The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

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Brandon’s pov

I walked in, heading straight to my room, on any given day, I would have yelled at Nestor but chose to

ignore him.

He had crossed the line with all the sh*t he said to Thalia but I knew he only did it to keep a distance

between him and her should I kick the bucket.

He liked her but she was a forbidden fruit that he was never going to touch. He was allowed to admire

but not touch.

But he was being hard on her, he needed to cut her some slack, as it was, I was already giving her a

hard time in the house by putting space between her and myself.

It was not like I was doing it intentionally but I needed her to be on her feet when I was gone. Maybe

she needed Nestor’s lecture.

Her giving up once I was gone was an insult to all the effort I was putting into her revenge.

I had earlier agreed to her proposal of having sex with her as a lie. I did not want sex, that was not the

reason why I was exercising. I was exercising because I wanted to see her face every day.

I put on the earpiece and began talking into her ears. She was quiet. I could hear her breathing heavily,

I was very sure that she was about to burst open crying. She needed cheering on.

Even though she was not replying I knew she was listening. On any other day, I would have been

naughty but I kept updating her on the hell that her stup*d ex-husband was going through.

Or whatever I was doing, I decided to cook some food for myself in the kitchen. I needed to get her

talking. To my luck, she began talking, asking why I did not ask her to cook for me.

“Thalia, I want to eat my food, I have never eaten my own cooked food,” I replied. I looked around,

eggs were always the easiest to cook. I got four out and stared at them while I waited for the recipe.

They arrived at the offices and the meeting began. I walked back to the bedroom and switched to the

live feed.

Thalia looked very serious and eager to get on with business. I was impressed, she did not even need

my help. The sh*t Nestor said to her somehow rewired her brain and gave her a few brain cells.

She was so dumb serious, attractive serious, and intimidating. And the dress she wore only made the

men present in the room lose their senses.

To be honest I would have lost my senses and signed deals worth millions of dollars. After an hour of

deliberations, they were done and Thalia was the first to leave.

Immediately she got in the helicopter she began running me through the process of frying scrambled

eggs.

By the time I was finished my appetite was gone. Maybe it was because I just wanted Thalia to forget

about what Nestor said.

I walked to my bed and lay my body on the bed, trying to figure out how I was going to die. Whether it

was going to be painful or I was just going to collapse. I was never one that was curious about how the

disease would take me out.

That’s why I wanted to go out of my way. I closed my eyes, remembering the day I convinced myself to

take a brainless girl to my house and took the cowardly way out.

One thing I was sure about was the fact that I did not regret stepping off that bridge. I had a wonderful

three weeks with brainless Thalia. Weeks that I could trade for all the years that I wasted.

I closed my eyes and breathed in hard, soon Thalia was going to walk in. Before I dozed off, I made a

call to one of my father’s friends in the FBI.

It was obvious Josh was going to use the police to flush out Thalia which I was going to use to tint his

image and make him the main suspect of her disappearance.

With his company collapsing we needed to destroy his image with murder allegations and bring out his

betrayal to the public eyes. During his divorce from Thalia, everything was pushed under the rag.

Josh and his father made sure they controlled what the press wrote about divorce, Josh or Thalia. It

was time for the whole world to know what exactly went down or the animal that was Josh Nelson.

I sent a few emails to several tabloid and press outlets. Scandals between the rich sold millions of

copies and brought in money.

I merely threw a slice of meat in a wolf’s den and waited for the wolves to make the first move. I placed

the tablet aside and rolled over, hoping to peacefully doze off.

By the time I opened my eyes I found beautiful brown eyes staring back at me. I stared back surprised

at the fact that she did not vigorously wake up, mistaking me for the dead.

“Hey,” she said. “You look peaceful when you are asleep.”

“You look ugly,” I replied.

She laughed and took it as a compliment. She stood up and walked to the kitchen, in seconds she was

back with the stup*d plate of scrambled eggs that I had earlier made “We are not wasting food,” she

stated.

I got up in a seating position, “where is Nestor?” I asked.

“Since when did you care about that nose picker?” she replied, trying to place a fork of scrambled eggs

in my mouth.

I was hesitant and wanted to look away but decided to give it a try. I waited some seconds before

chewing and later on swallowing.

“You should have slapped him,” I replied

“You heard everything?” she asked, to which I nodded. There was total silence in the room, I pointed at

the plate on her thighs.

She apologized and continued feeding me. The eggs were not bad, I was not a bad cook. In my other

life, I was going to take up cooking lessons.

“He was right in what he said, he hit straight on the truth, that’s why I did not slap him,” she replied.

I kept quiet, not knowing what to say, “I’m a very ungrateful selfish brainless brat,” she remarked, her

eyes sad.

“Thalia, let me make it clear to you, I love doing what I’m doing for you. In other words, I’m doing it for

me and keeping my mind occupied,” I assured her and asked her to forget what Nestor said.

Even though I was not going to talk to Nestor I assured her I was going to set boundaries for him.

“Please do not speak to him about me,” she requested. I only nodded, their relationship was already

awkward and the last thing I wanted was to strain it.

At least I was going to rest in peace, knowing fully well that the two were never going to f**k. The room

became quiet again.

I decided to change the topic and began updating her on the new hell Josh was setting himself up for

with my help.

“But won’t that require handing myself in to the police if they file a missing person report?” she asked.

“I have already handled that,” I replied. “You will not need to show your face anywhere.”

“Do you have the police on your parole?” she asked.

“Yes, and the FBI?” I replied with a fake smile.

“Is there a department that is not on your parole and how much have you spent so far, won’t you

bankrupt your company?” she asked.

I chuckled and asked for a glass of water.

“The money I’m using was my inheritance, I inherited a sh*t load of money plus the money I made and

yes it is very important to have a lot of departments under your palms that’s why I’m hundred percent

ahead of Josh,” I boasted.

She was quiet, her facial expressions were that of a person who had a lot of questions but did not want

to ask, reasons known to herself.

“How old are you?” she asked, surprising me.

“Twenty-nine years old,” I replied.

“I’m twenty-five, you are four years older than me,” she said.

“Why are you asking about my age? Do you want to date me or something?” I asked with a straight

face.

Out of nowhere, she began coughing and choking, her face blushed red as I stared at her with a smile.

She got off the bed and ran to the kitchen, she was so embarrassed like a sixteen-year-old that got a

reply from her crush for the first time. She stayed in the kitchen for a lot of minutes before she came

back with a straight face.

I decided to remain quiet, she was expecting me to break the silence but I was quite

She cleared her throat “Some eggs got on my throat,” she lied while sipping on a glass of water.

I chuckled and got up, “let’s go on a boat ride,” I suggested.

“What? You have a boat?” she asked, shocked.

“Yes, a mini yacht, dress up. I want to go fishing one last time,” I stated and began checking in my

closet. Talking about her feelings for me was never going to lead us anywhere. I took out my shots and

began changing.

“Brandon!” she yelled but I only looked at her without a care in the world and went on undressing.

She was behaving as if she had never seen me naked before. She quickly grabbed something and

disappeared through the doorway. I finished changing and walked to my garage where my expensive

yacht was gathering dust.

The last time I used it was two years ago and we had a blast party. Remembering how I used to spend

my days with fake people made me gag.

It’s been years since I showed my face publicly but none of those friends ever tried reaching out to me

or holding a memorial if they believed the rumors that I was dead.

Even Thalia’s ex-husband was making an effort to look for her though it was for selfish reasons. On the

other hand, I had no one looking for me. I gritted my teeth and snapped out of the sad reality.

The yacht was on the trailer making it easy for me to drive it to the beach. I parked my vehicle making

sure I was near the dock before getting out. I needed the exercise. Thalia was probably making herself

pretty for me.

Poor girl, I thought to myself. I removed the safety chain from the bow eye and released the trailer

winch so that the strap slacked.

Then I unclipped it from the bow eye. I then waited for thalia, who came about wearing a big t-shirt with

some shorts to my disappointment. I almost sent her back but decided to ignore her.

When she was in my leach I handed her the bowline before I began pushing the boat a little. The yacht

floated and slid off the trailer. I quickly grabbed the line from Thalia and walked down the dock until the

boat was clear of the trailer.

I walked the yacht as far down the dock as possible as I could. I quickly got on board and Lowered the

outdrive, starting the engine before releasing the bow eye.

The good part was that the boat was in good working condition even though I had not serviced it for

years.

I helped Thalia get on board and we started off. To my shock, it was the first time that she was on an

expensive Yacht.

She was so excited, at least she was able to release some tension that she had built within herself.

She pooped herself a bottle of wine and allowed me to have a sip. I deserved the sip for all the efforts I

was making in bringing down the Nelsons she said when she handed me the sip. It was refreshing, I

couldn’t recall the day I tasted the wine on my pallet.

We decided to call the day an off day from the plotting and revenge. Even Josh needed some hours to

breathe before we finished him off.

We sailed as far as we could before I took my fishing gear and began fishing. Thalia was an expert at Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

fishing, that was the only thing that her father taught her which she never forgot. I began teasing her

about it though she did not find it funny.

After weeks of watching Josh and spending time with me, she seemed embarrassed with her life

choices.

She dropped her fishing tools and without warning took off her big shirt and ugly shorts revealing a pink

monokini that showed off her beautiful breasts and butt.

The woman had curves in all the right places and her heavy chest and hips contributed to her

hourglass figure.

My jaw hugged wide open like a thirsty hyena. She turned, climbed on the sides, and dived on the

water below. I was left there standing numb, the girl really knew how to bring life to my dying body. I

had no idea whether to jump in or stand there like a thirsty jerk.

After some minutes I recovered and leaned over to find her enjoying the water. I debated whether or

not to join her, deep down I knew my body could not sustain the jump. I took off my shirt and decided to

join her but instead of jumping I used the ladder and slowly jumped in.

“Finally,” she said and began splashing water at me. I swam to her and held her by the hair, sending

her into laughter. She splashed water back at me and we began playing like kids.

While she was busy splashing water at me I was busy holding her in all the right places that I had

always wanted and desired to hold her. The good thing was that she was having too much fun for her

to notice what I was doing.

After we were tired of playing we decided to go back on deck, I was so tired and only collapsed when

we were on deck. She lay next to me breathing heavily, she grabbed my hand and held on tightly. “I

missed you,” she said.

I looked to my left and found her staring back at me, “I never went anywhere?” I replied.

“You were ignoring me and my boobs?” she replied.

I chuckled, “Is that why you are wearing a monokini?” I asked and looked below.

“It worked, you are smiling,” she replied. “My trap worked, I got you!” she stated and hit me.

“You are very useless!” I pinched her. She laughed out, got up, putting on a towel.

I was left clutching my fist, I was going to make her pay, she was lucky I had left my per verted ways

some week back.