The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 25

Brandon’s pov

She lingered in the bathroom for an extended period of time, implying that she was considering it. I was kicking myself for coming up with the proposal in the first place. I didn’t want her to get pregnant for that jerk.

In the future, my directors would devise a scheme to snare Gentex for her. Josh and his father had to practice their takedown for years before they got it right.

Rushing was a formula for disaster because there were so many factors in the plan that I had overlooked. Anything could go wrong and backfire, and I wouldn’t be alive to pick her up.

A flood of regret washed over me, and I knew I had to back out of my proposition. I got out of the wheelchair and headed to the bathroom when the door opened and she walked out. My attempt to open my mouth was thwarted by her.

“I need some fresh air, don’t you want to go for a walk down the beach?” she suggested.

I said, “Of course.”

“Do you require the use of a wheelchair?

“No, just my tablet,” I said as I walked over to the bed to get it.

“Is it okay if I wear your black hoodie?” She inquired. I shifted my gaze to her, taken aback by her plea. I was wearing the hoodie when I first ran into her. I smiled and nodded. She took it from the closet and put it on.

As she led the way, she said, “When you die, I’m keeping this hoodie.”

I was left speechless. I shook my head and walked up behind her. It was already dark outside, another day lost but we had identified a loop in Josh’s company, albeit I was not knee-deep in carrying it out.

We walked silently down the beach’s edges, Thalia in front with me behind, evaluating the chances of the plan succeeding. I wanted her to bring up the topic or provide an answer, despite the fact that I had given her time to think about it.

She came to a complete halt and turned to face me. If only I could get into her head and see what she was thinking.

“What exactly are they doing? She inquired.

“Who?” I asked confused.

“Jessica and Josh, the new married couple?”

“Thalia, I assumed you wanted to go for a stroll to clear your head?” I asked, concerned.

“I’m thinking about them and curious as to what they’re up to,” she replied, her voice direct.

I sighed, disappointed, and said, “They are at a ski resort in Canada.”

She chuckled, “Josh hurts snow,” she said and asked if I had followed them and set up cameras where they were staying.

“Watching them won’t help you make the right decision,” I stated.

She walked over to me and took the tablet from my hands. She seemed to have figured out how to use my iPad and went straight to the live feed of Jessica and Josh, who were sleeping and embracing in bed. She took a seat down and glanced at them. I followed her lead and took a seat next to her.

“They most likely believe they have a promising future. I’m sure they’re fantasizing about that future,” she said, her gaze falling on me.

“Thalia accept my company, and you’ll be able to take down Josh with the resources it provides,” I suggested.

“No, I want his nightmare to start tomorrow, but what if Jessica is already expecting?” she inquired.

I slowly locked my gaze with her, it appeared she had already made up her mind; I was saddened deep down. She was willing to go to any length in order to destroy Josh’s life.

With a small smile, she took her hand and placed it in mine. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself while you’re gone. I am well aware that having a child is a major responsibility.”

“Will it be worth bringing an innocent soul into this fight?” I asked, pulling out my hand and holding her cheek.

“By the time she or he grows up, Josh would commit suicide and his sk**k would be selling her body for change,” she said. I just stared at her with no words to say.

“Imagine his surprise when he learns that his brainless wife, with whom he never wanted to have a child, will be the only woman to ever carry his child?” she said, smiling.

“You see, Brandon, your plan is excellent; it will wipe away all the sorrows I shed when he had made sure I never conceived.” She continued, “I’m going to get the final laugh.”

I sighed and continued to massage her flesh; she had made up her mind and there was no use in discussing it; after all, it was my idea, to begin with. She said, “I would have liked it if you had raised the child with me.”

As I gazed up at her, my hand froze, I knew her words were innocent. It was natural for two friends to raise a child together, yet her words cut to the core of my being, and I could feel my heart throbbing.

Before I blushed, I had to act quickly. “Imagine how attractive your second child would be if I left my sperm as well.” I made light of the situation.

She shoved me and yelled, “Shut up! What is the matter with you? And don’t think about swapping his sperm for yours. I will follow you to hell,” she whispered as she pressed her fingers across my skin.

“Why didn’t I consider that?” I said, feigning a laugh.

“Brandon I will skin you alive?”

I replied, “Just kidding,” with a serious expression on my face. “Simply vow that you will not grow the child to be as st*pid as you.”

“I swear and cross my heart,”she said laughing.

“How long has it been since you had your period?” I inquired, noticing a smidgeon of redness on her face.

“Thalia, this information is for insemination purposes only, not for my p*rv**rted ears,” I informed her.

“Oooh, I guess my period is a week or two weeks away,” she added as she began counting. I said, “Great, that means you’re very fertile, just sitting on me could get you pregnant,” I said, which made her laugh and hit me.

When I was with her, I hid behind a wall of sarcasm. Every time I felt a strange joyful feeling, it was terrifying. I had some inkling of what it was, but I was too afraid to confront it.