The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 70

Jessica’s Pov

My life was a tremendous embarrassment, it was a freak show; no matter where I went, everyone turned their heads and gossiped about me. My husband’s sex tape was all over the internet. We couldn’t tell if it was leaked by Kim or Thalia because none of them could be reached.

The fool who was meant to be embarrassed and in hiding was unconcerned that the controversy was all over the place. He didn’t give a d*mn about us and spent much of his time in casinos gambling whatever we were left with. He was either going to run us dry or put the house up as collateral for his gambling.

Victor was frantically attempting to save what was remaining of Gentex, and I hadn’t seen him since his awful proposal.

I couldn’t look him in the eyes for some reason. What made matters worse was the fact that we shared the same house.

I spent the majority of my time hidden in my room, only emerging after he went for work. It was nightfall by the time he returned, and I was always in bed. He came to my bedroom door and knocked the other day, but I had to pretend I wasn’t there.

How could I face a father-in-law who proposed to impregnate me in order to rescue the company? Yes, he and I had had sex in the past, but it was when I was working as a call girl. He was a paying client and I was providing a service but I had long since buried that past, and we had sworn never to speak of it again.

But he had the audacity to bring it up, even though Josh was unaware of it.

His idea kept playing in my head for unknown reasons, even though I couldn’t stoop that low and there were many ways that everything could go wrong, so I had to find a way to push everything out of my head.

But every time I saw Josh’s pitiful appearance, the proposition sprang to my mind. I couldn’t have gone down the aisle if I had known I was marrying such a w*ss.

He’d given up totally and was waiting for Thalia to finish him off. Staying in the same house as he was driving me insane, and it was strange that Victor had made no further attempts to persuade me; perhaps he was regretting ever making such a dumb request in the first place. However, the proposal’s demise on that awful roadway was for the best.

I spent the majority of my mornings jogging in the park, trying to clear my head. I was still applying to several agencies, even those in other countries but received no responses. Brandon Fraser wielded considerable power, therefore it came as no surprise to me that no one was reading my letters.

What hurt the most was knowing that the man who was supposed to be on my side and protecting me was spending his days at bars and casinos.

I decided to focus on myself and ignore the m*ron; the only person who could help me was Victor, no matter how disgusting he was; perhaps his Russian acquaintances would help me get work, but I was putting the notion of asking him aside because Russians had a poor rep if not careful I would be selling myself into a sex ring.

I groaned as I hurried to my door and looked for my keys, but Josh’s car in the corner attracted my attention. He was home, despite the fact that it was only 10 a.m, he was never home that early.

When I pushed on the door, it opened. My first assumption was that he’d run out of money, but I could smell the cheap perfume as soon as I walked in. As my gaze trailed over cheap pink garments laying on the floor alongside his clothes, my throat became dry and I felt nauseated. I followed the trail upstairs and heard moans and screams. Josh brought a prostitute into our house and was f**king her on our bed.

As the reality was sinking in I walked straight up the stairs into the bedroom. As soon as I opened the door the girl got up and tried to run but he grabbed her and begged her not to be afraid. He informed her that I liked such games.

On the contrary, when he was with Thalia, I was the one who introduced him to such a game; I was once on the other side of the bed, and it was Thalia who had walked in on us, and we had invited her to join us. Josh was playing the same sick game with me but the only difference was that I was the shocked wife. He kept encouraging me to join them, while the prostitute he was talking to busted out laughing.

As he began licking her face, I stared at the animal with such anguish that I thought he was worse than his foolish father. I felt like grabbing any metal load and slamming it into his brain. F**king around was OK, but using the hell I taught him against me was crossing the line. The obese swine had just crossed a line that he was going to regret for the rest of his pitiful life.

I turned and walked out of the room, fighting back tears that were threatening to fall. I was done with being the good wife. I had the impression he had linked up with Thalia to make my life a living hell, but I was going to show him what hell was like.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make this an unforgettable experience for you,” as he began pushing down on his pants, he said. My mind immediately went to a powerless old peanut. The first time we had sex, he wasn’t old and I was only eighteen years old, so it would have dried up.

I was expecting him to penetrate me, but instead, he knelt and began to put his face all the way up my butt. It was somewhat unpleasant, but as soon as his tongue touched my sensitive areas, my legs began to shiver and little moans began to escape my lips. He was really fantastic and knew how to treat a lady, or at least he did the first time he f**ked me. I started bending and gave him more access.

It felt so good and all the guilt I felt disappeared. I wanted it so badly that I went from a soft moan to a full scream as I felt myself becoming wet and a wave of pleasure began to build up with each lick. It was like he knew my body. In seconds, a wave of unmeasurable pleasure filled me up and exploded. I felt liberated as if a weight had been removed off my shoulders.

I wanted it, even more, so he turned me before I could recover, lifted my leg, and launched himself into a deep thrusting in and out without remorse. The old man had more vitality than his dumb son, and I was loving every minute of it as I screamed his name, never making the mistake of shouting his son’s name. It was as if he knew I was a starving, dissatisfied wife because he filled in all the gaps his stup*d son was starving.

He f**ked me from the top of the desk, the floor, the window, and Josh’s filthy chair. He even taught me new sex positions that I had never tried before, and I could scarcely walk by the time he was finished. I had to lie on the chair for about thirty minutes before I was able to get up.

I had no regrets or remorse about f**king my father-in-law. He cleaned himself, dressed, and popped a champagne bottle when he was finished. We congratulated each other on our sex and hoped I was impregnated. I was exhausted so he had to drive us home. Josh had gone on his late-night gambling by the time we arrived.

I immediately ran to the shower where Victor pursued me and f**ked me once again. It became our routine, and I even spent some nights in his room. What started as a fertilization incident turned into a full-fledged affair between the daughter and her father-in-law.

It was a f**k raw affair, not a kissing or romantic one. We had to be cautious, especially since Brandon Fraser had his eyes on us at all times. Josh’s office was the lone safe haven, as it was soundproof and carefully screened for any gadgets every time he walked out. We used to f**k the sh*t out of each other under the premise of popping up and checking on the firm, and I never missed a f**king day. He’d sneak into my shower and finish me off when we got home.

Josh had no idea how much I was f**king and enjoying every minute of it. But, to avoid raising suspicion, I would sleep with Josh every morning before he left for his wh*rehouse. With all of the diseases I was exposing myself to, it was risky, but I had a package of preventative pills that I took every time I slept with him.

To him, I was the good wife who put up with whatever sh*t he threw at me, but he had no idea I was f**king his father under his roof and that we were going to have a baby that we would pass off as his just to bring him back to his senses and in the end, he would change the clauses If his company to wife, child and sibling, either way, my future child and I were covered. I was definitely going to get something out of the stup*d marriage.