The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 103

Brandon’s Pov

Her cheeks heated a little, and there was a trace of redness in them, despite her surprised expression. I had never had a girlfriend, I was always a manwhore and had never asked a lady to be my girlfriend before. It was old school, yet every syllable that came out of my mouth put a smile on my face.

“I’m not sure when or how I started having feelings for you, Thalia, but it happened and I’m madly in love with you,” I finally admitted it, and my chest felt lighter; I’d been carrying that burden for months. I assumed I’d die carrying the load, but fate had other ideas.

Out of nowhere, she slammed her hand into my shoulder.

“Ouchi!” I exclaimed. “What was the point of that?”

“What took you so long,” she retorted.

I was stunned as I looked at her. “Were you waiting for me to propose? Are you a normal person? Why didn’t you propose?” I inquired but she got on top of me and switched off the machine. “Time up,” she announced and got really close to me, “When did you begin to have feelings for me, was it at the bridge?” She asked

“Hell no, you were so ugly and irritating then,” I replied. She looked away and moved off me. I didn’t mean it in a hurtful way but she gave me a disappointed look. “Thalia, I did not…”

“It’s okay,” she said and lay beside me. “I also did not like that arrogant self-absorbed jerk that behaved like it owned the bridge,” she replied.

“You disturbed my suicide?”

“Even during the first days in your house, you were arrogant, you locked me in those sex rooms just because I tried to run away.”

“I did not want to be alone,” I replied, looking away. She moved closer and whispered. “You will never be alone, I promise you that.”

“Should I take this as a yes?” I asked.

“Yes Brandon crazy Fraser, I would love to be your first girlfriend,” she said.

Her words were the most beautiful words I have ever heard in my pitiful life. Maybe it was because she whispered to them, but they felt so soothing to my ears. When I withdrew my finger away from her neck, the movement of her hair almost gave me the chills.

My hands extended from the sides of her head to her neck, shoulders, and hands. I gently but firmly grasped her hands and held them in front of me, pausing. She didn’t say anything and just stared at me, which made me feel secure. Yes, there was an emergency with the liver, but Nestor would handle it, and in case of an emergency he would text or call. I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply as my heartbeat out of my chest.

I kissed her shoulder and ran my lips over my skin in the direction of her ear, but didn’t quite get there. I c*cked my head and came to a halt when she took a long breath. “What are you doing, Brandon?” She inquired. I could see she was afraid, but all I was doing was smelling her. I grinned as I peered into her eyes.

My two hands s*atched her left hand and pressed her open palm on my chest. “I owe you this beating heart, and it will only beat for you from today until my dying breath.”

As tears streamed down her cheeks, I mumbled, watching her intently.

Love, comfort, safety, care, patience, and respect radiated from her eyes. I grinned and let go of her hands, running my fingers through her hair with one hand, softly guiding my face closer to her, and placing my lips on hers.

At that moment it was just the two of us taking time as our lips passionately wrapped around each other. The kiss was not as aggressive as it was the first time.

I had no idea how long we kissed but we finally broke off the kiss, tired and breathing heavily. Maybe it was for all the months we missed and pretended not to have feelings for each other or was it for the time we had to hide the feelings because I was dying. I was still dying that fact I knew but I felt I owed myself a moment of happiness even if it was just for a day.

I cleared my throat, “I think the machine is not doing a good job. Sometimes my right-hand freezes,” I confessed. If we were going to be a couple, we needed to start on a clean slit.

“I know, I noticed and that’s why Dr. Wilson came to examine you,” she replied.

“So it’s okay with you to be my girlfriend for a week or day?”

She held my face and told me not to say such words but that was the truth. For unknown reasons the machine was not working as we expected.

“Let’s just take a day at a time,” she replied and pressed against me.

I kissed her forehead and checked on my messages. Useless Josh was still at the care home. I looked at my watch and it was almost 11 pm. I wondered who ran the useless home for them to allow him visiting at such an hour. Anyway, I put the tablet back on the table and concentrated On the beautiful thing on my chest.

“I know the time you fell in love with me,” I declared. She lifted her head.

“It was when I took you to my pool house and m*sturbated on your thigh.”

I looked up at her and her face flushed red, “You went into the bed and m*sturbated in the bathroom,” I laughed out loud.

“Shut up Brandon and for your own information it was way before that,” she replied with embarrassment written all over her face.

“How could you fall for a jerk like me?” I asked. “Yes I helped you and it’s all-natural but…”

She placed her hand over my mouth and said; “You are funny, you hide your feelings behind your sense of humor, you dashingly handsome, you can now cook, you are tall, you are kind even though you do not know it and finally you are smart,” She stated sending me into a huge smile.

“You forgot two things,” I replied

“No, I’m sure I got everything,” she replied while recounting everything.

“Im super-rich and very gifted between my legs,” I added.

She began pinching me like I was lying, “Thalia, stop you are hurting me,” I cried out. She stopped, “You brag a lot and you are evil, how do you come up with such evil plans?” She asked.

“I’m a strategist, not the devil, brainless girl,” I replied. She giggled, it had been long since I called her by that nickname.

“You know I always wondered if we turned the tables and you were Victor’s son and the kind of horror I would have gone through?”