The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

Chapter 129

Thalia’s Pov

Brandon was awake, and he hadn’t aged a day. It appeared as if the capsule had preserved him for

me, and thirteen years had passed in the blink of an eye.

I couldn’t help myself, but I’d formed a habit of staring at him and only glancing away when he caught

me. I knew he was having fun because he could smile. He still possessed that arrogance cokyness.

Who could blame me when he was so hot? I used to irritate him so much that I would throw myself at

him. It was like a dream, and I kept expecting someone to wake me up and pull me out of it, but he was

there every time I awoke.

My desperation was evident so he distanced himself but as soon as I backed off and allowed him to

heal he warmed up to me. What impressed me was the fact that he and Kendra became instant best

friends.

They were inseparable. Even Josh had gotten a little jealous. But no one could tell how or maybe it was

just natural for them to bond. Or it had to do with the fact that she spent a lot of time with him when he

was in the coma and he was familiar with her voice.

The good news was that his memories began popping up though the first memories were before he got

diagnosed.

The period when he was a manwhore. It was irritating because he wanted answers; so he and Nestor

began frequenting nightclubs in attempts to rekindle old memories.

I had to swallow it all and allow him to remember everything on his own. But it was dumb irritating, very

irritating.

Work kept me busy and sane from going crazy which I noticed he hated. He never wanted to work and

was not interested in Mandel, the money, or anything.

The doctors said it was normal, people who were in a coma usually lost or changed in some aspects. I

guess Brandon had become lazy and non-materialistic.

The good news was that he was completely cured. Dr. Wilson was my guardian angel. He was also

seeing therapists and recovering. He became part of the family.

Eventually, Brandon began remembering glimpses of me. I had no idea what triggered it but he began

remembering me. There was no way of telling if he was ever going to remember everything but I

capitalized on the few memories and began following him to the nightclubs.

I was not used to such places but I was doing it for him. Waiting for old memories was not going to help

me have him so I decided to develop new ones.

The clubbing Brandon was the real Brandon and it was time to get to know him.

My plan worked and he began asking me out to accompany him out from time to time.

It was like our first date and I was falling for him all over. It was beautiful and I cherished every moment

I spent with him. I was no longer irritating him, he began enjoying my obsession with him.

Finally, I gave him all the archived recordings of Kendra from the time she was a baby to her thirteenth

birthday for him to watch and he loved every moment of it.

It was hundreds of tapes and he had all the time in the world to watch them since he never went to

work. The tapes also helped trigger some memories so he used to watch them every morning.

Nestor also had tapes of his own to jog his memories but I never bothered to find out what they were.

After we dated for some weeks he finally began getting flashes of how we met on the bridge but he

couldn’t remember everything. It was progress, at least we were making fresh memories and he had

begun falling in love with me afresh.

One afternoon, I sat in my office trying to figure out my next move when he walked in surprising me. At

first, I thought he just missed me but to my surprise, he knelt on one knee and proposed. I screamed

like a madwoman.

I did not care whether my employees were hearing my noise. I waited thirteen good years for the man

that was proposing to me and I was not going to be quiet or accept the proposal in quietness.

“What changed? Why this surprise?” I asked as I kept kissing him over and over again.

“Time, I do not want time to separate us or some s*it to drop out of nowhere and separate us,” he

replied.

I teared up as I looked up at him

I kissed him on the mouth passionately, I missed his soft warm lips with a hint of coldness.

It felt like an explosion of the best flavors in the universe all at once mingling together and creating the

best taste and sensation I have ever felt. Or maybe I just missed him but the soft sounds that were

escaping from his mouth felt like Christmas to my ears wanting him to go deeper.

It felt like I was not in my own body anymore and I was in another universe floating. Before we knew it

we were both naked, and he was on top of me. I guess we had both been holding on far too long and

just wanted to get on with it. Finally, it was worth the wait.

He was such a gentleman. It felt like I wanted to get lost forever in him and he was touching the right

places. I waited for thirteen years, that was how long I wanted the sex to last but then I remembered hePublished by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

was mine forever.

Our wedding day eventually came and Kendra was my maid of honor while Nestor was Brandon’s best

man.

My happiness finally came, it was just delayed and required my patience. Our ceremony was beautiful,

we only had a few guests and close family.

When the ceremony was done we made a stop at the bridge, the place we first met, and laughed out

loud. We had come a long way, fate brought us to that bridge that day. Life screwed us so bad that we

could meet on that particular day.

He was supposed to save me while I was supposed to save him. Just like we promised each other we

went back to where it all started.

We wanted to know if we both still wanted to Jump.

He turned to me and asked, “Thalia Fraser, are you jumping off or not?”

I looked up at him, “No thank you, I want to live.”

“Brandon Fraser, would you like to jump off?” I asked him.

“No thank you,” he replied.

We kissed and told him I had some good news

“What?” he asked impatiently.

“I’m pregnant,”

He nearly fell over out of excitement.

THE END