Chapter 19


    The Art Of Revenge


    Brandon’s Pov


    I pretended not to hear her yelling, “What’s wrong with you? Learn to respect women!” She kept yelling,


    she was so ufortable and on the verge of panicking.


    “I merely came to make sure you didn’t use my towel,” I exined as I took the towel from the corner


    and began rolling it out.


    Her expression of disbelief was priceless. To be honest, I kind of enjoyed bullying her, she was like a


    little sister that I never had. I wheeled myself out of the bathroom but before I could disappear, she


    called;


    “Brandon Brandon!,”


    I rolled in with a smirk on my face


    “How am I supposed to dry myself?” she asked.


    “Oooh, I’ll fetch you your towel,” I murmured, a grin on my face as I wheeled myself out. I was


    disappointed, somehow I expected her to be in the shower and not the tub but it was fine. I grabbed her


    a new towel.


    The second time I knocked, and she told me to throw it in, which I did as I rolled back to the bedroom,


    convinced she was breathing fire while bathing.


    She was out with a scrubbing brush in minutes, yelling at me, “What did I say about the rules!”


    “I’d like to see the sunset,” I said, oblivious to her question.


    “Brandon, no. Respect me as ady in this house; I require my privacy,” she cried out.


    “I forgot you were bathing; my illness causes me to lose track of time,” I lied. I asked in a serious tone


    as I wheeled myself out, “Can you dress up, I want to watch the sunset. I’ll be waiting for you outside,


    so you can enjoy your solitude.”


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    I went out of the room after adding. I could tell she was pondering whether or not to believe me. I


    began counting down on my watch, and she was out, enraged, in ten minutes. And without saying


    anything, she led the way to the beach.


    “Thalia, I didn’t notice your vaginal area,” I stated as I followed her.


    She finally said, “I thought you wanted to nap.”


    “As soon as Iy down on the bed, my back started paining,” I exined. She locked her gaze on me


    and drew closer as if she was going to p me in the face. I swayed but she ced her hand on the


    side of my cheek.


    Her hands were so gentle as if she had never carried a hefty object before. “Brandon, your temperature


    is high, how are you feeling? Where is your medication?” she asked.


    I considered telling her she was my new medication, but I decided against it. I had already spoo ked


    her enough with my prying eyes. I had noticed how when she was around I forgot I was doomed to die.


    I cleared my throat and said, “I don’t take any medications since, as we all know, the medicine causes


    another ailment.”


    “But what exactly were those tablets I discovered on the floor?”


    “Pain reliever,” I replied.


    “Brandon, oh my Go d! I’m so sorry,” she said. From being mad at me just a second before, she was all


    caring and concerned, “what should I do, what do you do when the temperature rises?” she inquired.


    “Take me to the water,” I ordered and told her to rx; it was all normal for my temperature to shoot up


    all of a sudden; I had grown ustomed to my mncholy disease. We were at the beach, and I got


    up and walked to the water with her help. “What are you up to, Brandon?” she inquired.


    “Simply dipping my toes in the icy water allows me to unwind,” I said, but instead of standing on the


    water, I sat down, enjoying the small waves crashing against me. As I gritted my teeth and waited for


    the episode to end, the cold wind also provided a shield.


    “Brandon?” She spoke in hushed tones and attempted to touch me, but I stopped her. I was quiet, my


    muscles felt as though they were being stretched with a pressing iron. “No,” I answered, oblivious to


    the fact that she was standing next to me.


    She could see that I was in pain, she sat down on the water and did not mind that she was going to be


    soaked. I slid my head over her thighs without permission and told her to pour water on my back.


    “Oh, now I get it,” she said as she realized why I had entered the bathroom.


    “I would have let you in the tab if you had exined yourself,” she remarked.


    I grinned, “You wouldn’t, you were naked,” I replied.


    “What’s so difficult about you simply asking politely? I would have put something on,” she stated.


    “You’re causing a ruckus, Thalia.” I closed my eyes and said, “I’m going to take a nap.” I couldn’t tell if it


    was the cold water or the soft thighs lowering my temperature. I called out her name.


    “Yes,” she replied.


    “We have exactly twenty-seven days until our meeting tomorrow, so please promise you won’t be


    nervous,” I said.


    She said, “I…will do my best.” But her voice was not convincing. As she continued to m me with the


    cold water, I shrugged and drifted off. It was already dark when I awoke, and we were being battered


    byrge waves, and she was sound asleep as she rested her head on my back.


    “Thalia Thalia?” I called as I pushed my head from her lovely thighs. She jerked awake, her eyes


    darting around as if she’d seen a ghost.


    “It’s time to get up, it’s getting dark.” As I stood up, I told her to carry my wheelchair for me. I felt OK, so


    I relied on my legs. She pushed the wheelchair behind me and didn’tin.


    Inside, she offered to cook me a delicious meal, but I declined and went directly to bed with my tablet. I


    needed to be aware of Josh’s and his father’s every move. She returned in half an hour withsagna


    thatnded squarely on my nose.


    She set the dish in front of me, crossed her knees, and dove in, just like breakfast.


    “Please refrain from making any amusing noises,” I warned her.


    “If you do not join me, I will,” she said.


    I didn’t want to cross the line, so I said nothing, knowing that if things became heated, I’d send her


    running. I took a small mouthful and waited for something to happen, but nothing did.


    The woman in front of me was either a witch or an angel sent from hell to fatten me up for the hereafter.


    I took another scope, then another, and by the time I looked at the te, everything had vanished.


    “When am I going to get a thank you?” she began pping excitedly.


    “In your dreams,” I replied.


    “Jerk!” she replied.


    “Thank you,” I said as she walked out the kitchen door with the dishes. I put the finishing touches on


    tomorrow’s project and called it a night. Even though I had napped for a few hours, I was exhausted.


    I had already reimed the bed by the time she returned, she was going to sleep on the couch until


    she feltfortable with me.


    As I awoke, I found the couch deserted, my heart began beating for no apparent reason. However, the


    door opened, and she entered wearing a tighttex pencil skirt that exposed every curve of her body.


    She wore it with a white cross crix blouse that revealed her exquisite breasts pressing against each


    other forming the most stunning cleavage I’ve ever seen.


    Her hair was pulled back, disying her lovely face, which she had always hidden behind a veil of


    misery. I was so taken aback by her beauty that I merely nced at her when she opened her lips and


    murmured something. I could only look at her with my dry cracked lips open.


    She smashed her hands together forcefully, jolting me out of an R-rated vision that had begun to shape


    in my mind.


    “I got up early and finished my final touches,” she remarked, before going over what I taught her the


    day before. To be honest, I wasn’t paying attention at all, and I had to pinch myself to get my bearings.


    Crossing the line was thest thing any of us wanted to do. I had no trouble admiring her physical


    features because I was always a first-mover, eat-and-run type of person who wasn’t emotionally


    invested.


    But it seemed to me that I had begun to look past her outward looks. I reminded myself of the elderly-


    looking Thalia I met on the bridge with her hideous sweater.


    It was probably for the best because I was dying, and putting my heart into ast-minute love affair was


    a form for disaster. It was not fair to both of us, even if she linked me, I would only shatter her heart


    with my death taking her back to her suicide.


    “You look dreadful,” I said and stepped back.


    “Thank you,” she said, smiling.


    I hurriedly grabbed my phone and dialed my pilot. The main office was located in the big city and


    traveling by helicopter was the only option. She remained silent and began staring at me with her big


    brown eyes.


    I suppose she was sad that I didn’t pass on my per vert remarks. But now was the moment to take


    things seriously. I pulled a listening device from my suitcase and requested her to approach closer to


    me while I carefully ced the wire under her shirt and connected it to a transparent cable that ran to


    her ears.


    She kept her gaze fixed on me the entire time, while I avoided making direct eye contact.


    “Everything is in ce,” I said something in my little microphone, and she mped her eyes shut,


    indicating that I was too loud. “All you have to do is follow my instructions and you’ll be OK,” I said, to


    which she epted with a simple nod.


    “Where is my breakfast, by the way?” I inquired.


    She grinned and walked into the kitchen, bringing a dish of pancakes, syrup, and juice with her. She


    said, “You may have this,” and ced it on the table.


    I double-checked that her earpiece was in working order; she needed to be the first person in the


    meeting, which would give her more confidence than being thest.


    I informed my pilot she was ready, and he arrived to pick her up. She waved goodbye, but I simply


    nodded. I observed a tinge of disappointment on her face, but I ignored it and went to the table to eat


    my breakfast while waiting for her to arrive at the office.


    I took one bite of the pancake and everything appeared to be fine for a minute, nothing wasing up


    but when I tried again, my entire intestines tightened up, as if two people were pushing from different


    ends.


    After a few minutes, I felt waves all the way up to my throat. I tried to sprint to the bathroom, but my


    legs gave up on me, and all the pancakes andsagna from the night beforended on the floor.


    My chest squeezed and clots began toe out of my mouth and nostrils after my digestive system


    had given up. Unlike most days when I simply threw up, they kepting out with every cough and


    By the time the episode ended and I got my breath, I was very weary and had lost all of my strength.


    My head began spinning and I felt like the room was moving in circles.


    I tried to get up but I was pulled down by an unknown force. My body felt heavy as if I had swallowed a


    stone, slowly Inded on my vomit, “Thalia,” I said as l lost consciousness.