The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Brandon’s Pov

I lay there, soaking up her natural scent as I lay on her smooth, firm breasts. I was well aware that she was uncomfortable but it was her fault that she was letting me melt on her bosom, and I couldn’t care less as it was her punishment for attempting to walk out on me.

I had assumed she had left me alone to die. I almost shed a tear, to be honest, I shedded a tear.

As I relaxed, I clutched my hands tightly and feigned to snore. It was strange, but whenever she was near me, the emptiness vanished and was replaced by a strange sensation that I couldn’t put my finger on.

As I closed my eyes I prayed for more days, it was the first time I prayed and a small smile emerged from the corners of my mouth as I dozed off.

When I awoke, I gently lifted my head and peered at her like a weirdo, she was asleep. I studied every element of her natural face, including her heavy brows, thick dark hair (which I had Maggie wash), lovely nose, and an odd set of ears.

There was no indication of a pimple or black patch on her flawless, pristine complexion. She had perfect skin for someone who didn’t bathe very often. I next went on to her lips, which were heart-shaped with an indent on the top side and a pointy tip on the lower.

They were quite filling for a Caucasian, but a little dry in a pleasant way. Before moving on to her feminine tiny Jaw that led to a silk-like neck, I wondered if she was bad at kissing.

I followed the neck slowly, knowing exactly where it was leading me as my excitement grew. The sound of my name stopped me in my tracks “What are you doing, Brandon?” she inquired, her breathing became labored. I needed to

Ey wits quickly.

“I coughed and some clots fell on you; I’m

for the clots,” I lied.

“Since when did you ever care where your bl**dy clots landed?” She asked and hurriedly pushed me away, her arms folded across her chest, but all she did was lift her boobs, creating a magnificent cleavage. I was unconcerned as I glance

at them.

“I’m going to put my shoe on your face if you don’t stop staring at me like a creep?”

I raised my eyes to her and inquired as to what she was doing in the house, catching her off guard.

“I… I… want to carry on with the vengeance,” she stuttered.

“Didn’t you accuse me of being buddies with Josh?” I was direct in my question.

“I wasn’t sure, so can we just proceed with the . Was direct in 1

“You can’t just stroll back in after discarding me!”,

“Brandon, what do you want? An apology”

what is the plan,” she replied.

yelled at her.

“Yes, an apology and a delicious meal, or and a kiss on the cheek.”

“What kind of an apology? Have you forgotten the horror you put me through in those rooms!” she yelled as she jumped out of bed. “I thought you had me trapped and were working with Josh!”

“I would have given you a tour of the house if you hadn’t run away leaving a sick man on the toilet!” I screamed at her. “How could you abandon me twice, twice, Thalia, when I thought we were suicide. buddies?” I asked, sending her into laughter, much to my astonishment.

“What’s amusing?” I asked.

“Suicide buddies,” she replied.

Isn’t that what we’re about?” I inquired, but she just laughed and apologized.

Don’t try to force it. Thalia, and just so ou know, I ended the takedown operation. I called my man and told him to take down all the cameras,” I said, wiping her smile away.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, please tell me you are lying, “she cried out.

I put on a serious look while she wailed. “Brandon please put the cameras back in place,” she implored.

“Why?” I posed the question.

“I want him on my feet, and I want him to jump off that bridge when we’re done with him!” she gasped.

I locked my gaze on her for a few moments, trying to figure out if she was serious about going down that path.

I saw determination and willpower in her, both of which she lacked when I first brought her to the house. I’m not sure what changed her mind outdoors, but we needed the mini break-up.

“Let’s start with the apologies, perk, and breakfast and then we’ll go on,” I offered

“What is the perk for?” she asked.

“I’d like to feel how your lips dent my cheeks since they’re oddly shaped.”

“P*rvert!” she yelled.

“Thank you for your compliment; I’ll take it as such.”

“You’re not getting a perk from me; next, you’ll ask to touch my breasts; don’t think I don’t notice you staring at them,” she said, catching me off guard. I attempted to retaliate, but my tongue was worn

out.

She inquired, “Where is the kitchen?” I pointed to the middle door with my palm up. She walked away without apologizing or offering me a perk. But, because I was Brandon Fraser, I was going to receive all three, regardless of how she felt.

I sn*tched up my tablet and awaited my full breakfast; I couldn’t recall the last time I had one or how it tasted. To be honest, most food that wasn’t wrapped in a wrapper ended up back my However, I had the urge to eat breakfast today.

my throat.

She returned with a tray in a matter of minutes, and I could smell the pancakes as soon as she opened the door. Deep down, excitement crept up, and memories from my childhood surfaced; my late mother used to make me pancakes with syrup every morning. I grinned as I remembered that it was always my favorite time of the day.

“Does that look like a smile?” As she placed the tray on the bed, she inquired.

With a straight face, I gazed up at her, then down at the pancakes, and my appetite vanished. “I don’t want pancakes,” I replied as her smile faded.

“Okay, then I’ll eat by myself, “she remarked as she sat down on the bed. She couldn’t even beg me to eat, I scoffed.

She crossed her legs in front of me and dug in. I grabbed my tablet and began Googling things while ignoring her. I could see her grabbing an entire pancake, sprinkling it with syrup, and gently stuffing it into her mouth out of the corner of my eyes.

“Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, mmm mmm wow,” she murmured.