Brandon’s POV
My head felt like it was being slammed against an empty can. My eyes were heavy, and my lips felt cemented together, despite being dry and cracked.
My entire body was screaming at me; I should have taken it easy on the alcohol, but I was convinced I was going to die, but it turned out it was not the case.
The big man up there was probably biding his time, maybe he did not have enough coal to burn me and was waiting for coal delivery. With much struggle, I carefully lifted my heavy eyelids till they opened and I was greeted by a stunning pair of brown eyes.
I was just as captivated as I had been the first time I saw them. They stared at me, and I stared back; they were swollen, but not as swollen as they had been before. I noticed a sense of relief in them; they were presumably relieved that I had awoken, but also irritated by me.
Then it occurred to me that she was meant to be outside the house, I locked her outside with her obnoxious new lover.
How did she get in? I instantly tried to lift my aching body, but she grabbed duck tape and placed it over my mouth, much to my surprise. My foolish head stung as I stared at her, aggravating the problem. What in the world was she up to?
Clearing her throat repeatedly, she said “I was outdoors with Nestor because I got my period yesterday,” She caught my attention, I froze and stopped fidgeting.
“While you were here wasting your last hours so that I could get my stupid revenge, I was busy getting my idiotic period,” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I felt like a complete jerk; I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t keep my gaze on her; I was a jackass.
Realizing that I was not going to say anything she said, “Brandon, the insemination failed, I failed you, and Nestor was simply trying to make me feel better. Yes, we were awfully in an intimate proximity, but he was simply being a friend,” she explained as she averted her gaze.
I slid on the bed, humiliated. I wasn’t sad because she did not receive her period; instead, I was disappointed because I acted like a jealous adolescent when she needed me. Because of my folly, I would have died without understanding the truth.
She got on top of me, and I looked at her, puzzled, as she removed the duck tape from my mouth. I had nothing to say, I was very much ashamed.
“Do you want to eat something?” She inquired further. I stared at her incessantly. She continued, “You didn’t eat yesterday.” She kept her gaze on the floor, she couldn’t look at me anymore.
She was more dissatisfied with my actions than with her period, I could tell. Worse yet, I was still unable to communicate with her. She tried to get up but I stopped her by holding her hand.
“Please accept my sincere apologies,” I stated. But I couldn’t tell if the apology was for my actions or her menstruation.
She merely nodded and attempted to stand up. “It is still possible for us to inseminate you?” I began without hesitation. She yanked her hands away from my palm and stood up swiftly.
“Thalia?” I begged her.
“The pointless revenge has come to an end! I’m not expecting a child! You blew up all the plans! Brandon, it’s over! It’s over!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I tried to stand up, but the ridiculous cords attached to my body prevented me from doing so. I hissed and yanked them off, following her to the kitchen where she was preparing breakfast.
“Thalia, just slow down a little,” I said. She took a step back and offered me a mug. “It is for a hangover?” she said. Despite the fact that she was enraged, she was still concerned with my well-being.
“I was thinking about it all night. Brandon, Josh is already prepared to self-destruct; we don’t need to continue with the revenge.”
“I know you’re upset with me, but there’s a good chance Josh will survive the storm and live happily ever after,” I said.
She responded, “Not without testicles.”
“He can still adopt,” I said. She came to a complete halt and frantically glared at me, trying to figure out what I was saying, but she came to a complete stop when the door opened and Nestor strolled in.
“Destiny is the new password,” he said. Thalia glanced at me as if she knew what Destiny meant to me, but I knew she didn’t or did she?”
“The jerk is finally awake,” Nestor announced and began clapping; the moron had lost all respect for me. I tried to speak, but he interrupted me. “You’re much worse than Josh.” Thalia instantly moved in between us as I gripped my hands into a fist. “Don’t even consider it,” she said.
“Please ask the Buffon to leave my house!” I yelled.
“So you can send Thalia back to hell?” he inquired
“I made a mistake,” I said, forcing Thalia to burst out laughing. She laughed so loudly that I couldn’t help but glance down in embarrassment. Tears were streaming down her cheeks by the time she was finished.
“I swear I’ll never mistrust you,” I said.
“Am I your girlfriend? Maybe I misunderstood the invitation to your house?” She asked.
She caught me off guard with her question. Nestor had a smirk on his face, and they were both waiting for my response, but I just chuckled and turned away.
“Next time, get your feelings in order,” she said solemnly before continuing to prepare breakfast.
“What feelings?” I inquired.
They looked at one other and shrugged as if they knew something I didn’t know.
“Let’s not trade in those seas,” she said emphatically.
The kitchen fell silent; I was a complete loser who had messed up everything, but I was not about to quit on her, I made a promise to her and I was going to fulfill it until my dying breath.
I was familiar with the seas she was referring to, so I planned to return to them when she was off guard. I needed to re-establish Thalia’s smile, but first I had to deal with a problem.
“Nestor, put your ugly ass to work, go and wait for me in the helicopter,” I said, “I need to see someone.”
“Brandon I told you, there is no more vengeance, and remember you destroyed everything,” she added.
Nestor cut in, “I still have the backup.” Thalia looked in his direction pissed while on the other hand I felt compelled to hug him.
I had forgotten that I had given him my extra copies. “See, I always have a backup,” I claimed as I started walking away, but suddenly came to a halt and turned around.
“How did the two of you get into the house?”
Nestor responded, “Your hacker.”
I took a deep breath and walked away, not wanting to ask for more information. Poodle needed to set up a new system.
I was certain it was the ineffective Feathers who agreed to hack me. I couldn’t figure out why the jerk insisted on residing in the country where he was wanted for criminal prosecution.
I moved over to my closet, then realized I’d switched rooms, and memories of what I’d done to Thalia’s clothes knocked me down, so I sat down. Nestor came in and inquired about our plans.
“Why didn’t you chase me down faster or figure out the incomprehensible passcode?” I screamed at him. He looked at me with his eyes wide open.
Thalia walked in with the breakfast and slammed the tray down on my lap,” she asked. “Could you perhaps lend me some money?” she asked.
“Oh, the clothing!” I inquired
“No, I’m relocating,” she said.
I smiled, knowing that she would only leave me over my dying corpse. Nestor had his ridiculous blank face on when I looked at him.
“You should be the mature one in this arrangement, act like one,” I replied as I set the tray aside. She began to object, but I immediately walked to the bathroom, showered, and dressed.
Thalia was not going anywhere, I was going to deal with her later. She was probably acting out because I had hurt her. Josh was still on the chopping block with or without her orders. It was his useless sperm that failed to fertilize her beautiful eggs and brought the mess.
Once I finished I called for Nestor, who was still in the other room, undoubtedly chattering about me. “Aren’t you supposed to eat first,?” He inquired, but I ignored him and instructed him to carry the hangover remedy Thalia had prepared for me outside.
As we walked to the plane he asked “Sir, I believe we should have taken Thalia with us wherever we are going?”
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