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The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 42

Thalia’s Pov

I sat in the bathtub hitting myself for the mess that I created. It was all my fault but I took it out on him. Thank G*d Nestor pumped some sense into me outside. I was the one that dived into the pool and caused him to c**m on my thighs.

I looked at my thighs and gagged, realizing that his penis was on my thighs. I began staring at my thighs and imagining what I was not supposed to imagine.

I quickly got up and slapped myself hard, I needed to get back to my senses. Maybe a cold shower was going to do. I quickly stripped and got in the shower. I needed to get to my senses fast before I ruined everything for myself.

Brandon was a dying man and would do anything to have sex. It was my fault, all I wanted was to prove my theory. I had an effect on him, my touch had the ability to calm him down and stop his episodes.

It was very weird, I had no explanation and could not think of the reasons why. I needed to do my own research.

But one thing struck me, even though there was no concrete proof that the disease was somehow connected to mood. I did not tell him about it because he was going to reject our connection and stop cooperating just to prove a point.

Nestor had already hinted to me on how stubborn Brandon was and how far he could go just to prove a point or to be right.

I soaked my body under the water as I thought of my next move. How our relationship was going to forge was going to depend on me. I quickly finished drying my hair and put on my lotion but then remembered that I did not take a pair of fresh clothes to wear.

I began cursing, passing with only a towel in front of Brandon was a recipe for disaster. I slowly opened the door p*ssed but to my surprise, I found my pajama by the door.

Somewhere the jerk had a heart that he rarely used but only used it to up his clotted blood all over his body. Or maybe it was Nestor trying to prevent something that we all did not want. I quickly dressed up in pajamas and tidied my hair behind before walking out.

I joined them in the room but found Nestor had already left. The man was very weird, I could not even say goodbye.

My phone rang which was weird. Brandon looked up, he was very curious and wanted to find out who it was.

The line was new and I hadn’t had anyone call me or neither did I give the line to anyone. I looked at the phone and it was just a number. I picked it up and heard a familiar voice, it was Melissa.

I smiled and walked out of the room. I could hear Brandon trying to call me but I ignored him. Yes, he was impatient and curious to know who I was talking to. He needed to wait. I had sent a message to Melissa informing and assuring her I was okay.

We needed them to stop searching for me or filling a missing person’s report. That was the last thing we needed, the police bursting out of a secret hideout or them thinking Brandon was holding me hostage.

I could hear from her voice that she was very excited to hear my voice. The woman was one in a million, if only I had opened my eyes when I was still in my marriage and I had a friend like her I wouldn’t be in the stup*d mess that I am in.

We talked for over thirty minutes before she decided to video call me. She was not convinced that I was okay and probably thought I was lying. It was refreshing to see a familiar face. Derrick, my old lawyer, her husband, also popped up and we talked, though he was asking a lot of questions.

I could also see he was not convinced that I was house-sitting for my rich friend, he wanted full details of the house I was sitting in, the owner, the location, and if they could visit me. He was behaving like that annoying elder brother and it was irritating the life out of me.

Yes, I was brainless Thalia that was easily manipulated but I left that girl on the bridge. A new improved, self-aware, and no-take-sh*t girl was growing inside me and I could feel it.

To make their hearts settle, I promised them I was going to visit them soon. I was careful not to give them a date because that would backfire. Only after I was done with Josh or halfway through the plan, was I going to face them.

I was very sure if I visited them they were going to find out about my plans and guilt me into stopping the vengeance. But I did not want anyone talking me out of my plans. Josh was going to kneel in front of me and beg for forgiveness.

I was about to say my goodbye when Josh popped from behind me and sank his face in my neck kissing me deeply. “What’s taking you so long babe,” he said and disappeared out of sight. I froze, both Derrick and Mellisa Froze.

There was total silence as we stared at each other awkwardly, I had no idea what to say. Derrick cleared his throat and smiled, congratulating me like it was my wedding or something. My face flushed with embarrassment.

Melissa on the other side felt it was too soon to jump onto another man. She had a lot of questions and wanted to know everything about him. His name, age, occupation? She wanted all his social media accounts so that she could stalk him but Derrick came to my defense.

To my shock, he said the growl on my face was enough for the two of them to trust the decision I made. I had not even confirmed that the man was my boyfriend but Derrick had already assessed from the video call that I had a different growl. There was something different about me they both said.

I had no idea I was even happy, Brandon was always irritating the sh*t out of me in the house and at the back of my head, I thought I was putting on a believable show that would get them off my back.

Maybe I was just a natural. I began stuttering and blushing, sending them both into laughter. They decided to cut the call, wishing me all the best, and made me promise to call them should my mystery lover dumb me.

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