The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 6

Josh’s Pov 

Chapter 6 

Finally, I could hold the woman I adored and loved without her having to worry about my marital status or prying eyes that were quick to judge without knowing our story. Not that we ever cared but I knew the fact that another woman was carrying my name deeply affected her

I tilted my head slowly and inhaled her fragrance 1 knew she was always mine, to begin with She snelled lovely, but it was the deepest delight in the world when the court handed out the final divorce judgment and I witnessed Thalia’s

tears.

It was a ten fold satisfaction over a greasy minute of org*sm on a chilly morning.

I was finally free of that old rug, it had taken five years of my life, five years that I would never get back, but was well worth it. I went in with a collapsing company and emerged with a multibillion dollar empire.

I smiled at my remarkable achievement, which not even my astute father could have pulled off beautifully.

That was why, tomorrow, he was holding a well deserved dinner in my honor. The idea of being on top of the world made me smile.

When the woman on my chest turned to face me, my smile grew even bigger. Her hands slid down my boxer as she rose to sit on top of me.

She inquired. “Are you up for another round?”

I was already knocked down and just groaned, implying that I couldn’t go another round. My smile widened as I traced kisses all over her left hand while her right hand was busy in my boxer. With all of the court appearances, the Last several days were extremely frantic.

Thalia was meant to get half of what I possessed, or rather, half of what I stole from her, in a typical divorce. But because of my connections and her obnoxious signature, which was found all over the place, including on a prenup that I forced her to sign without her reading it or knowing what it was.

I was able to get everything. I’ve never encountered a woman who was as foolish as she was. It took years, but it felt like getting candy from a child. Everything I did would have been unlawful if I hadn’t had the patience to wait.

“What’s on your mind?” Jessica asked while she stroked me. “Are you thinking about her?”

I was well aware of who she was referring to, but I preferred to remain uninformed. While playing with her chin. I questioned, “Who?”

“The idiotic Harvard graduate,” she said, sending both of us into laughter.

“What do you think she is doing?” she asked.

I answered, “Probably weeping herself to death, that useless woman can cry a river.” To be honest I didn’t want to talk about her. That was a chapter of my life that I flushed down the toilet. It was only human to never look back at one’s flushed damp.

“Will the lawyer continue to feed her, she is a woman, and he can’t feed and keep her forever?” she clarified.

“Can we just forget about her and not bring it up?” I retorted.

“Are you feeling bad. I mean, it’s just natural that you don’t want to talk about her,” she asked.