The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 45

Brandon’s pov

I walked in, heading straight to my room, on any given day, I would have yelled at Nestor but chose to ignore him.

He had crossed the line with all the sh*t he said to Thalia but I knew he only did it to keep a distance between him and her should I kick the bucket.

He liked her but she was a forbidden fruit that he was never going to touch. He was allowed to admire but not touch.

But he was being hard on her, he needed to cut her some slack, as it was, I was already giving her a hard time in the house by putting space between her and myself.

It was not like I was doing it intentionally but I needed her to be on her feet when I was gone. Maybe she needed Nestor’s lecture.

Her giving up once I was gone was an insult to all the effort I was putting into her revenge.

I had earlier agreed to her proposal of having sex with her as a lie. I did not want sex, that was not the reason why I was exercising. I was exercising because I wanted to see her face every day.

I put on the earpiece and began talking into her ears. She was quiet. I could hear her breathing heavily, I was very sure that she was about to burst open crying. She needed cheering on.

Even though she was not replying I knew she was listening. On any other day, I would have been naughty but I kept updating her on the hell that her stup*d ex-husband was going through.

Or whatever I was doing, I decided to cook some food for myself in the kitchen. I needed to get her talking. To my luck, she began talking, asking why I did not ask her to cook for me.

“Thalia, I want to eat my food, I have never eaten my own cooked food,” I replied. I looked around, eggs were always the easiest to cook. I got four out and stared at them while I waited for the recipe.

They arrived at the offices and the meeting began. I walked back to the bedroom and switched to the live feed.

Thalia looked very serious and eager to get on with business. I was impressed, she did not even need my help. The sh*t Nestor said to her somehow rewired her brain and gave her a few brain cells.

She was so dumb serious, attractive serious, and intimidating. And the dress she wore only made the men present in the room lose their senses.

To be honest I would have lost my senses and signed deals worth millions of dollars. After an hour of deliberations, they were done and Thalia was the first to leave.

Immediately she got in the helicopter she began running me through the process of frying scrambled eggs.

By the time I was finished my appetite was gone. Maybe it was because I just wanted Thalia to forget about what Nestor said.

I walked to my bed and lay my body on the bed, trying to figure out how I was going to die. Whether it was going to be painful or I was just going to collapse. I was never one that was curious about how the disease would take me out.

That’s why I wanted to go out of my way. I closed my eyes, remembering the day I convinced myself to take a brainless girl to my house and took the cowardly way out.

One thing I was sure about was the fact that I did not regret stepping off that bridge. I had a wonderful three weeks with brainless Thalia. Weeks that I could trade for all the years that I wasted.

I closed my eyes and breathed in hard, soon Thalia was going to walk in. Before I dozed off, I made a call to one of my father’s friends in the FBI.

It was obvious Josh was going to use the police to flush out Thalia which I was going to use to tint his image and make him the main suspect of her disappearance.

With his company collapsing we needed to destroy his image with murder allegations and bring out his betrayal to the public eyes. During his divorce from Thalia, everything was pushed under the rag.

Josh and his father made sure they controlled what the press wrote about divorce, Josh or Thalia. It was time for the whole world to know what exactly went down or the animal that was Josh Nelson.

I sent a few emails to several tabloid and press outlets. Scandals between the rich sold millions of copies and brought in money.

I merely threw a slice of meat in a wolf’s den and waited for the wolves to make the first move. I placed the tablet aside and rolled over, hoping to peacefully doze off.

By the time I opened my eyes I found beautiful brown eyes staring back at me. I stared back surprised at the fact that she did not vigorously wake up, mistaking me for the dead.

“Hey,” she said. “You look peaceful when you are asleep.”

“You look ugly,” I replied.

She laughed and took it as a compliment. She stood up and walked to the kitchen, in seconds she was back with the stup*d plate of scrambled eggs that I had earlier made “We are not wasting food,” she stated.

I got up in a seating position, “where is Nestor?” I asked.

“Since when did you care about that nose picker?” she replied, trying to place a fork of scrambled eggs in my mouth.

I was hesitant and wanted to look away but decided to give it a try. I waited some seconds before chewing and later on swallowing.

“You should have slapped him,” I replied

“You heard everything?” she asked, to which I nodded. There was total silence in the room, I pointed at the plate on her thighs.

She apologized and continued feeding me. The eggs were not bad, I was not a bad cook. In my other life, I was going to take up cooking lessons.

“He was right in what he said, he hit straight on the truth, that’s why I did not slap him,” she replied.

I kept quiet, not knowing what to say, “I’m a very ungrateful selfish brainless brat,” she remarked, her eyes sad.

“Thalia, let me make it clear to you, I love doing what I’m doing for you. In other words, I’m doing it for me and keeping my mind occupied,” I assured her and asked her to forget what Nestor said.

Even though I was not going to talk to Nestor I assured her I was going to set boundaries for him.

“Please do not speak to him about me,” she requested. I only nodded, their relationship was already awkward and the last thing I wanted was to strain it.

At least I was going to rest in peace, knowing fully well that the two were never going to f**k. The room became quiet again.

I decided to change the topic and began updating her on the new hell Josh was setting himself up for with my help.

“But won’t that require handing myself in to the police if they file a missing person report?” she asked.

“I have already handled that,” I replied. “You will not need to show your face anywhere.”