The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 111

Thalia’s Pov

I was slowly familiarizing myself with the house, Brandon had allowed me to redecorate it the way I wanted, and bit by bit it was turning into a warm home. We moved in some two weeks ago and Kendra was still adapting to the new environment. But she was getting there, just like Brandon who could not get his hands off her.

One would think he was the biological father, it was wonderful watching him play with her and sometimes I closed my eyes and wished my eyes could always be subjected to such scenes but I knew that was wishful thinking. We were living on borrowed time.

We were practically living like a couple just like the beach house, we moved into the same bedroom. But on second thought we were a couple but not just married. He was my boyfriend while I was his girlfriend.

But something was getting to me, if I remembered correctly I made a bet with him to live and see the baby in exchange for sex. It was common knowledge that he always wanted to sleep with me but ever since we got home, he never made an attempt or talked about it. It was getting to me and I began thinking that he was no longer attracted to me.

Or maybe he was waiting for me to heal or something. I would comfort myself but even his naughty comments were gone. We were like a couple who had lived together for years and were only waiting for death. We would kiss quite alright but I felt I was supposed to be fighting with him over the sex issues.

I understood the first week because I was healing but more than six weeks had passed since I gave birth and I was beginning to worry. Maybe it was like everyone’s love story, where they become bored once they got the trophy. That explained his sudden change in appetite for me. He had me and there was no need to fight or impress me.

I stocked up my files and decided to face him. It was not like I was h*rny but I missed the attention, I missed his naughty words or him comparing the size with Josh’s. I walked downstairs and found him yelling at the maid.

We finally hired a maid, that was after a week that we had moved in after a background check and scrutiny by Brandon. Her name was June, she was in her forties and a mother of two teenagers. She was a lovely lady but Brandon seemed to find everything wrong in everything that she did. He even once suggested firing her after one day just because she forgot to put back the bag in Kendra’s room.

He looked up and noticed my presence, giving me a faint smile; “Hey, I did not see you there,” he said and dismissed the poor woman.

“What has she done now?”

“She forgot to feed Kendra.”

“For how long?” I asked with raised eyebrows.

“Five minutes,” he replied like it was ten hours.

I wanted to roll my eyes but I contained myself.

“Thalia the baby was starving while she was taking a poop,” he replied. I held my mouth wide open, He was crazier than I thought. He just made the maid confess that she was pooping. I did not want any details so I ignored his statement and walked to him, taking a seat on his lap.

My brouse was quite revealing and I was taking advantage of the fact that he was once obsessed with my cleavage. I wanted to test him before I brought up the topic.%

“Just give her time, she is adapting. If you keep following her every move she will keep messing up,” I replied and kissed him.

“I just can’t help but feel that I chose the wrong person, there is something about her Thalia,” he replied with a serious face without glancing at my cleavage. It was disappointing I thought to myself, the old Brandon would have undressed and devoid me.

Something was wrong but I had no idea how to start the topic without seeming h*rny or desperate. I cleared my throat, “Then you just have to keep an eye on her at a distance, give her space,” I replied.

“Would you move a bit, my legs…” he stated.

I quickly got up embarrassed, because of my h*rnyness I forgot about his illness. Guilt washed over me and I wanted to crawl into a hole. Maybe that’s why his mood was not on sex. The last blood slide showed that mutation was progressing at a faster rate than the filtration, we were running on a flat line. “I’m sorry did I hurt you?” I asked.

“No, I’m just fatigued,” he replied. Before I could say anything he quickly changed the topic, he never liked talking about how the machine was falling, I understood him, he was living in the moment.

“Is it not weird that Josh has not served us with a court hearing or that he never comes to visit Kendra?” He asked.

Now that he brought it up, it was weird or maybe he had gone to ask his father for help or something. “Let’s just enjoy these weeks without him, I told you he was going to find it difficult visiting her,” I replied.

He kept quiet like he was thinking, “No Thalia something is wrong, I will have to resume spying on him,” he replied.

I could not believe what came out of his mouth. I do not know why but I felt like he was trying to find every excuse to keep himself busy and away from me.

“Brandon?”

“Yes?” he replied.

“Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow? Just the two of us?” I asked.

He froze for a second and stared at me with a smile.

“We have never gone on a date,” I made him aware while biting my nails. It was my first time asking a man out and I could only hope that I was not sounding desperate.

“Of course Thalia, I would love to go on a date with you,” he replied. I quickly got up and ran into his arms in excitement. “I promise you this is going to be the best night of your life.” I traced kisses all over him without a care in the world. He was mine but yet he felt like a stranger on some days.

“And where are you taking me?”

I walked to the back door and found it open. I was so busy on my phone replying to the arrangements I had made for the following night when I heard familiar laughter. Even in my next life, I would still remember that sick irritating laughter. I froze in my tracks and tried to process if what I was hearing was correct.

I tiptoed to the quarter, with my heart beating fast, but when I heard his voice again, I quickly burst into the room without a second thought, and to my shock it was really Josh, holding my Kendra with Nestor seated on the chair. Immediately he saw me, he winced and looked away.

“What the f*ck is going on here!” I yelled.

Josh looked in Nestor’s direction and quickly spoke.

“I came to see my baby, is there a problem with that?” He asked.

I stared at my watch, it was past seven in the evening and a very inappropriate time to visit. Then it clicked, Brandon’s earlier question about Josh not ever coming to meet the baby. I looked in Nestor’s direction, p*ssed. I was breathing fire, he betrayed Brandon who had finally begun taking him as his little brother. He went behind our backs and arranged with the animal for the visits while we slept.

I marched up to where he was standing with the intention of grabbing my baby but Nestor jumped in between us. I had no idea how he moved from his seat to where I was standing.

“Use your head Thalia before you make a s*upid mistake,” he warned.

I could not believe what came out of his mouth, “Are you s*upid? Get out of my way and hand the baby to me!” I yelled at him.

He moved away and I was left with Josh staring at me, tears were dropping for unknown reasons.

“I thought you said I was free to visit my daughter?” He asked.

I wiped my tears, “Not behind my back,” I replied.

“Ooh so I’m supposed to beg you for a visit or am I supposed to ask about your morning before you grant me that wish?” he asked.

“No, you do not have to do any of those things, you knock on the door like a civilized person rather than going behind my back!” I yelled at him.

“Did it not occur to you that I do not want to see your face?”

I swallowed hard and asked him to hand over the baby but he refused. I turned and asked Nestor to get the baby off of him but he refused to. I had no option but to run up to Brandon ignoring Nestor’s plea.