The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

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Brandon’s Pov

I lay there, soaking up her natural scent as I lay on her smooth, firm breasts. I was well aware that she

was uncomfortable but it was her fault that she was letting me melt on her bosom, and I couldn’t care

less as it was her punishment for attempting to walk out on me.

I had assumed she had left me alone to die. I almost shed a tear, to be honest, I shedded a tear.

As I relaxed, I clutched my hands tightly and feigned to snore. It was strange, but whenever she was

near me, the emptiness vanished and was replaced by a strange sensation that I couldn’t put my finger

on.

As I closed my eyes I prayed for more days, it was the first time I prayed and a small smile emerged

from the corners of my mouth as I dozed off.

When I awoke, I gently lifted my head and peered at her like a weirdo, she was asleep. I studied every Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

element of her natural face, including her heavy brows, thick dark hair (which I had Maggie wash),

lovely nose, and an odd set of ears.

There was no indication of a pimple or black patch on her flawless, pristine complexion. She had

perfect skin for someone who didn’t bathe very often. I next went on to her lips, which were heart-

shaped with an indent on the top side and a pointy tip on the lower.

They were quite filling for a Caucasian, but a little dry in a pleasant way. Before moving on to her

feminine tiny Jaw that led to a silk-like neck, I wondered if she was bad at kissing.

I followed the neck slowly, knowing exactly where it was leading me as my excitement grew. The sound

of my name stopped me in my tracks “What are you doing, Brandon?” she inquired, her breathing

became labored. I needed to

Ey wits quickly.

“I coughed and some clots fell on you; I’m

for the clots,” I lied.

“Since when did you ever care where your bl**dy clots landed?” She asked and hurriedly pushed me

away, her arms folded across her chest, but all she did was lift her boobs, creating a magnificent

cleavage. I was unconcerned as I glance

at them.

“I’m going to put my shoe on your face if you don’t stop staring at me like a creep?”

I raised my eyes to her and inquired as to what she was doing in the house, catching her off guard.

“I… I… want to carry on with the vengeance,” she stuttered.

“Didn’t you accuse me of being buddies with Josh?” I was direct in my question.

“I wasn’t sure, so can we just proceed with the . Was direct in 1

“You can’t just stroll back in after discarding me!”,

“Brandon, what do you want? An apology”

what is the plan,” she replied.

yelled at her.

“Yes, an apology and a delicious meal, or and a kiss on the cheek.”

“What kind of an apology? Have you forgotten the horror you put me through in those rooms!” she

yelled as she jumped out of bed. “I thought you had me trapped and were working with Josh!”

“I would have given you a tour of the house if you hadn’t run away leaving a sick man on the toilet!” I

screamed at her. “How could you abandon me twice, twice, Thalia, when I thought we were suicide.

buddies?” I asked, sending her into laughter, much to my astonishment.

“What’s amusing?” I asked.

“Suicide buddies,” she replied.

Isn’t that what we’re about?” I inquired, but she just laughed and apologized.

Don’t try to force it. Thalia, and just so ou know, I ended the takedown operation. I called my man and

told him to take down all the cameras,” I said, wiping her smile away.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, please tell me you are lying, “she cried out.

I put on a serious look while she wailed. “Brandon please put the cameras back in place,” she implored.

“Why?” I posed the question.

“I want him on my feet, and I want him to jump off that bridge when we’re done with him!” she gasped.

I locked my gaze on her for a few moments, trying to figure out if she was serious about going down

that path.

I saw determination and willpower in her, both of which she lacked when I first brought her to the

house. I’m not sure what changed her mind outdoors, but we needed the mini break-up.

“Let’s start with the apologies, perk, and breakfast and then we’ll go on,” I offered

“What is the perk for?” she asked.

“I’d like to feel how your lips dent my cheeks since they’re oddly shaped.”

“P*rvert!” she yelled.

“Thank you for your compliment; I’ll take it as such.”

“You’re not getting a perk from me; next, you’ll ask to touch my breasts; don’t think I don’t notice you

staring at them,” she said, catching me off guard. I attempted to retaliate, but my tongue was worn

out.

She inquired, “Where is the kitchen?” I pointed to the middle door with my palm up. She walked away

without apologizing or offering me a perk. But, because I was Brandon Fraser, I was going to receive all

three, regardless of how she felt.

I sn*tched up my tablet and awaited my full breakfast; I couldn’t recall the last time I had one or how it

tasted. To be honest, most food that wasn’t wrapped in a wrapper ended up back my However, I had

the urge to eat breakfast today.

my throat.

She returned with a tray in a matter of minutes, and I could smell the pancakes as soon as she opened

the door. Deep down, excitement crept up, and memories from my childhood surfaced; my late mother

used to make me pancakes with syrup every morning. I grinned as I remembered that it was always my

favorite time of the day.

“Does that look like a smile?” As she placed the tray on the bed, she inquired.

With a straight face, I gazed up at her, then down at the pancakes, and my appetite vanished. “I don’t

want pancakes,” I replied as her smile faded.

“Okay, then I’ll eat by myself, “she remarked as she sat down on the bed. She couldn’t even beg me to

eat, I scoffed.

She crossed her legs in front of me and dug in. I grabbed my tablet and began Googling things while

ignoring her. I could see her grabbing an entire pancake, sprinkling it with syrup, and gently stuffing it

into her mouth out of the corner of my eyes.

“Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, mmm mmm wow,” she murmured.

I shrugged her off and went about my business.

Please, shut up,” I ordered her

Wow She cried, Jes*s Christ!” These are the most delicious pancakes I’ve ever eaten.”

Could you please stop talking?” I said.

“Brandon, you have to give it a shot,” she murmured, her mouth agape. Without a doubt, she lacked

dignity and decency. As the aroma of pancakes began to hit me hard. I thought to myself.

To make matters worse, she kept eating and making a strange sound that I mistook for moaning. The

syrup was all over her mouth, and she kept slurping it down with one finger before placing it in her

mouth, while pancake crumbs landed on her breast area.

My halted head was in my pants, and I knew she was merely attempting to make me eat. I could feel

the room getting hotter and hotter, and if I didn’t stop her, the room was going to become unbearably

hot.

I swiftly grabbed one pancake and pushed it into my mouth, causing her to jump up and down with

delight. The good news was that she came to a halt and began staring at me as I chewed on the

pancakes, which, to my surprise, were quite tasty.

I went silent and instructed her to be quiet as she swiftly handed me a glass of juice to assist me get it

down. My stomach always rejected anything I chunked up after the beverages, but a minute passed

and everything stayed in.

“What are we waiting for?” she enquired

“vomit” I responded.

“Oooh okay.” We waited and waited, but nothing came up to my surprise. I gently ate another. pancake

as if it were my last meal, drank my juice, and nothing came up, driving Thalia into a frenzy.

“This is because I made them,” she explained, rolling her eyes. I was relieved she had ceased making

sex noises otherwise, we would have made our firstborn son. But then it hit me: my guy down there

was on the verge of getting up.

I’d tried several times to get him up by watching porn videos, but nothing had worked. I once even hired

h**kers but it had slept like a dry onion leaf. My doctors speculated that the dumb sickness had

decreased my libido in some way. I grinned as I gazed at her, knowing that the knuckleheads. were

mistaken.

“Is that a thank-you smile for the pancakes?” she inquired.

“In your dreams,” I answered, hastily straightening my expression. She didn’t realize how hard she had

almost made me.

“Brandon, do you know what?” she asked.

I just sat there staring at her, waiting for her to continue her thought.

“You’re rude, grampy, and self-absorbed,” she said.

“Thank you for noticing; that just goes to prove that you have one brain cell on that dead head of

yours,” I said.

“Anyway, what’s up with the house? What were those rooms, doors, and tv screams?” she rolled her

eyes and ignored me, and inquired.

“This mansion was created two years ago as a sex dungeon for my excursions but never got a chance.

to open it, I said, causing her to spit all the liquid from her mouth on my face and all over my clothes. I

closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.

She apologized profusely and dashed to the toilet, where she grabbed a towel and began wiping my

face.

“Simply put, I can do it myself,” I said as I sn*tched her towel and proceeded to explain the house’s

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ayout. This room, the bathroom, the kitchen, and the first room in the house are the only typical rooms.

The other twenty rooms are white cubes of pleasure. I planned to establish a sex empire and

revolutionize the world of p*rnograph, I stated.

She looked at me with astonishment.

Do you have any trillionaire.”

idea how much money the porn industry makes? I was on my way to becoming a

She only stared at me with her mouth open in shock.

“Have you ever watched porn before, other than the usual?” I asked.

she nodded her head in refusal. She was definitely a holy Mary Magdalene. “Anyway, at my porn

house, random people were meant to be offered money to f**k anything they discovered on the other

side of the door, or they would go home with the money if there was no one if lucky, and if there was

they would f**k as many people as the doors they opened.”

“Stop, stop, stop it. I’ve got it,” she said rapidly.

“But I’m not done explaining?” I replied.

“Brandon, you were a sick man in your head, and I’m sorry to say this, but you thought with your stup*d

penis!” She spat.

“Well, my penis is bigger than Josh’s.”

“What the hell?” she yelled out.

“I mean, I saw them f**king in his father’s office, and I’m a lot bigger than him,” I said in a serious.

tone.

hands. I hastily covered

She sn*tched the tray and attempted to strike me. With my fortunate that you’re unwell, but we need to

establish some ground rules.

my face. “You’re

The first rule is to avoid talking about penises, the second is to avoid looking at my breasts, and the

third is to avoid talking about porn! Do I make myself clear?” she inquired.

“I don’t mind one or three, but your boobs are so attractive to stare at that I can’t help myself “I

responded. I thought she was going to attack me, but she clenched her teeth, grabbed everything, and

walked out the kitchen door.

She turned around and walked out the door in the blink of an eye. She walked back and went straight

outside, aiming her plastic and dumb stick at me in a matter of seconds.

“I’ll smack you hard with this if you do anything funny. Now it’s time to get down to business: how do we

bring Josh Nelson down?” she inquired.

I swallowed my saliva and tried not to gaze at her breast. She pulled another awful sweater from her.

plastic bag, putit on, and threw me off. She lacked the most basic sense of style.

“Brandon, what are your plans?”

“Given our limited time and the fact that you spoiled our entire day yesterday, we only have one

choice.”

“Which is that!” she asked

“Buying Gentex through back doors, but first, we need to keep my company operating, which is where

you come in?” I answered.

“What exactly do you mean by that?”

“Get those and study them,” I said, pointing to the files behind her. “You’re going to Mandel Logistics

tomorrow to represent me, so get those and study them.” I added, stunning her.