The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 64

Brandon’s Pov

I kept dialing Nestor’s number, but it went unanswered; the idiot had genuinely abandoned me to the obnoxious hormonal Thalia. She was all grown up and ready to take on anyone, or so she believed, or was it the hormones at work.

But the world outside was a dangerous place, and she was only secure because I was shielding her, which was why I needed to know everything so I could protect her, but she was too stup*d to know that.

She moved over to her closet and began changing in front of my eyes. The old Thalia wouldn’t have done that, she was too shy, and I missed her, it was always cute when she behaved like a virgin.

I was tired of warning the one in front of me that her sudden baldness was going to smack her in the face but my warning fell on deaf ears.

I tried calling Nestor again but received no response, another m*ron, I grumbled.

She strolled to the kitchen after she was done with her dressing. I wasn’t sure if she was playing quietly with me or not, but we were both acting as if we were an elderly married couple tired of our ineffective marriage.

I knew she had a legitimate reason for keeping whatever she was hiding from me hidden, and I knew it wasn’t meant to harm me, but not knowing was killing me. I was Brandon Fraser, and I was meant to be aware of everything that was going on in the lives of those around me.

All of my attempts to find out were unsuccessful; she was so excellent at concealing it that I’m guessing she picked up on my tactics and used them against me. But I was intrigued by how she managed to persuade Nestor to join in. I always came first to Nestor, never did he ever put a girl before me.

To be honest, they made an excellent team, which is why it was so tough for me to figure out what they were up to. Nestor was well-versed in my working methods, and she was well-versed in my demeanor.

Being left at the front door was a little depressing. Was it unreasonable of me to expect them to include me in their secret group? Or maybe everything would have been avoided if I asked politely, I reasoned.

As the door opened, she inquired, “You didn’t cook anything?”

I chuckled and looked away.

“It’s fine, I will cook,”

“Thalia?” I called out. She came to a halt and turned. “Could you tell me what you’re up to behind my back?” I tried another approach, maybe asking kindly was going to work.

She chuckled, “I’m not doing anything that would make you hate me but all I’m asking you is to trust me and have patience,” she replied and disappeared through the kitchen door.

I was left sitting on the bed blank, maybe It was time to accept my fate; in fact, it was probably a waste of time to find out what the hell she was up to. I looked down at my tablet and noticed the Nelsons in their kitchen having a meeting.

I would have turned up the volume on any given day, but I felt like it was none of my business. Yes, they were probably putting the pieces together and intending to pursue Thalia, but that was none of my concern; she was a grown-up girl now, I reasoned as I tossed the phone away and laid down to take a nap.

On second thought, unlike her, I was concerned and planned to watch a recorded version after my nap. After some minutes, she entered with a plate of food and took a seat on the edge of my bed. I gave the impression of being uninterested and covered myself.

She said, “I made your favorite.”

“I’m not hungry,” I replied.

“Brandon, you’re acting like a teen again; open your mouth or I’ll bind you and feed you falsely,” she explained. I just averted my gaze and picked up my tablet, focusing on the Nelsons’ plotting.

Josh looked nonchalant as if he was resenting the years he spent demeaning Thalia only for her to rise up again.

“Brandon!” Thalia screamed.

“Victor Nelson is scheduled to give you a visit at the office tomorrow,” I spoke rapidly. She froze for a brief moment before quickly presenting herself. “I can deal with Victor Nelson,” she responded and attempted to place food in my mouth, but I resisted.

“Victor is the mastermind, and he has no feelings for you; he will eliminate you,” I cautioned her.

She continued, “I thought you didn’t care,” as she went closer, attempting to force the meal into my mouth. I pushed her without thinking, and she nearly fell to the floor, but I immediately grabbed onto her shirt.

She quickly held onto the bed for balance while the food on the platter tumbled to the ground. She swiftly positioned herself and clenched her fists around her chest. She would have landed head down if it hadn’t been for my grip.

I inhaled deeply, my heart racing. I could see the terror in her eyes when she lifted her eyes to meet mine.

She slid off the bed and began walking away gently without saying a word.

“Thalia,” I sobbed.

“I need to get some fresh air,” she replied and stepped out of the house. I felt like a fool, and because of my stubbornness, I almost hurt her and her unborn child. There was no way she could forgive me, in fact, no pregnant woman could forgive me because I was a danger to her and the baby.

I tried to get off the bed but I couldn’t feel my legs or my body from the waist to the toes. I hurriedly removed the covers, and it was then I noticed where the weird stench was coming from and knew I had defecated and urinated on myself.

I froze, unsure if it was my sphincter muscles or the nerves to my brain that were malfunctioning, but the knowledge that I needed to defecate or urinate did not reach my brain. The humiliation and the shame.

My body had started giving up on me without warning, so I just held my head in shame. It was humiliating, and I couldn’t move. I was fine all morning, but I was well aware that my condition had moods. One minute I was fine and down the next.

It was pointless to sit there and feel sorry for myself. I wasn’t going to let Thalia see me like that. It was the most embarrassing experience of my life. It was one thing to puke and another to urinate but not to defecate.

I tried to move again, but everything became numb, including my chest. I was forced to lay on the bed. Was I about to go into a coma? “No no,” I screamed to myself as I tried to pick up my tablet.

I needed Nestor to come and save me from my humiliation, but I remembered the idiot was not answering my calls. Maggie, I thought to myself. I was going to contact Maggie, but the useless tablet felt like a twenty-five-kilogram slab of ice.