The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

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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 This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

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.

I snat ched up my phone from the table, I could hear him shouting out my name and describing how

great a thr***some would be but I disregarded his nonsense and dialed Victor’s number, inquiring about

his whereabouts. I snat ched up my keys and drove all the way to Gentex headquarters in my

sweatpants, dripping with sweat from my earlier jogging, but I didn’t care because I was so angry.

The place was bursting at the seams with staff that we could afford to pay but most of them had been

laid off. I ignored their stares and walked straight to Josh’s office, where Victor was working because

the fool rarely went to work. I walked right by the Secretary and into the office without saying anything.

I shut the door and stripped down to my underwear. Victor stood there stunned as if he wasn’t the one

who had suggested it in the first place.

“Are there any cameras or listening devices in the office?” I inquired.

“No… my workers always sweep the office before I enter,” he said, swallowing hard.

As I moved seductively to him, I said, “Good, this room is soundproof, so you don’t have to worry about

the Secretary, and ooh, I’m ovulating, so I hope your boys can swim.” My knees were trembling, but I

kept going. My skin crawled just looking at him, but I had no choice but to go to the side of his table and

bend over like a cheap wh*re. Josh had reduced me to a cheap wh*re that was f**king his father in

order for me to be able to feed myself.

It was only sex, I kept telling myself, Josh had slept with a lot of wh*res in the six months I’d been

married to him. I was only retaining the favor and the number of wh*res that he had slept with could feel

the entire office block.

I felt my lady parts being touched by Victor’s old ragged wrinkled hands, and I felt like puking, but I held

it in and fought back the tears. I’d been with men far older than him before, so one more wouldn’t hurt.

As he kept touching me, I remembered all the sex positions that Josh and I did in the same stup*d

office.

I could feel his old bulge pressing against me as he bent over to me. He asked whether I was sure of

what I was doing, in hushed tones. “There is no going back,” he stated

“Shut the F**k up and f**k the living life out of me,” I became enraged and yelled at him.

“Little girl, be cautious what you wish for,” he whispered in my ear. His voice reminded me of those

p*dophile uncles who would creep into a little girl’s room every night and tell her he owned her.

“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.