Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 115

Chapter 115: I Don't Smile

Brianna

I gasped when I entered my room upon Jane's instructions. I saw not only bundles of beautiful white and red roses but also individual bags of gifts from famous brands.

“Oh my goodness!” I exclaimed and turned around to look at my best friend.

“Go look, there is a card.” She said and I rushed forward after the initial shock. The familiar rectangular note card Callan usually sends with his gifts was waiting for me in a small envelope.

'One little gifts for every time you frowned on our call after I left London…Callan.'

My heart swelled in my chest and I was so overwhelmed with emotions that my eyes even waterd a bit.

“He seriously did all this?” I was so shocked I hadn't even touched a single bag.

“Well, he sent me the money and told me what to do. I got the gifts but it was all from him.” She admitted.

“He sent me a few pictures of specific gifts he wanted to give you of his own choosing, it is all this.” She separated the bags to show me what Callan had picked out himself, I can't believe he even took the time.

I can't believe he even thought to do all this for me. I was really sad when he left and when he called to tell me he landed and was home, I couldn't wipe the frown off my face. I didn't think it affected him in any way, clearly he wants me to smile, he has given me a gift for every frown.

“This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Now I was really tearing up and she walked up beside me and placed her head on my shoulder. With her arm around my waist, we looked over my bed covered in gifts.

“This is very unlike my brother, go ahead, Brianna.” She gave me a light shove to step forward and open everything.

“I don't deserve this.” I practically whispered.

“You do,” she immediately disagreed.

One by one, I started opening the bags. There was one item per bag to make it look more extravagant and prolong the fun of opening each one for every frown. Everything was perfect, the bags, jewelry, sunglasses and clothing. It was all amazing. I quickly went to my bag to take out my phone.

“I have to call him,” I said as I quickly pull up his contact. Jane said she would give me some privacy.

“Did you get it?” He said as he picked up the call, knowing why I was calling.

“Yes, Callan. You have left me speechless, thank you so much. You didn't have to waste your money on me, it was more than generous and I have barely given you anything.” I sighed.

“I didn't give, to receive, Brianna. Did you enjoy it? Are you still frowning?” He asked, my smiling started up again.

“I am smiling very much.”

“Good,” his voice was deep and final.

“You are amazing,” the words left my lips easily.

“Far from it,” he disagreed, I didn't see how, this is so thoughtful and it isn't the only thoughtful thing he has done for me.

“I want to make you smile, Callan. What would make you smile?” I asked.

“I don't smile,” he deadpanned.

“An internal smile then.” I huffed at his stubbornness.

“Sexy pictures to me are like designer bags to you.” He replied, making me laugh and he chuckled.

“I saw the La Perla lingerie, I will have to try it on but I am not telling you when. It will be my own surprise to you.” He was silent but then hummed in appreciation of the idea.

“Although you should probably give me a warning so I don't open it when I am with people and pop a boner in front of your brother.” His reply made me laugh.

“Do you have my name written as a contact? What if Bryce sees it?” I only just thought of it.

“I have you saved under an emoji.” He replied.

“Which one?” I asked, hoping it was the heart but this is Callan we are talking about there.

“Lips,” he muttered.

“Wow, I thought you were going to say a peach emoji like a booty call.” I teased him.

“Your lips were the first sexy thing I noticed about you and then your ass. So when I think of lips, I think of yours.” He said in his sexually charged tone of voice but his words made my heart flutter. He thinks of my lips, I liked that.

“Am I an emoji on your phone?” He asked.

“No, because my brother wouldn't see my phone from here.” I replied.

“If I were emoji, which one would you pick?” He sounded amused.

“A black heart” I replied and he was silent for a second.

“Why that? Is it because I tattooed that in the ink shop?” He asked.

“Not at all, just a heart that is black.” I muttered.

“A heart, huh?” I heard him say to himself, I didn't know what to say about it so I didn't say anything.

He wouldn't have to acknowledge what the heart represents, he led with humor.

“Not the eggplant emoji?” I laughed to keep things light hearted and move past it. I know he doesn't feel exactly the same way but doesn't he? Looking at my bed filled with gifts and the fact that he has flown to two countries just to spend time with me, doesn't that mean more than a sexual attraction? It has to.

*****

I walked into vogue this morning with an exuberant pink top, light wash jeans and some funky heels. I have an important task of babysitting a celebrity today. She is an actress known for her good sense of style, she has tons of paparazzi pictures of her walking the street in fabulous outfits. The company wants to do an article on her surrounding the brand who recently brought her on as a brand ambassador. This was what Janet said about the actress.

“She is a pompous idiot but she is popular, you must babysit the troublemaker until the interview.”

My eyes had flown wide at her blatab rude comment, Janet is a blunt woman though and she doesn't sugarcoat things and I can see why some people call her unfriendly and why Elizabeth and Callan were surprised when she had been chatting with me at their house party. She can have an abrasive personality, but I get along with her just fine. Because of this actress is from this country, I really don't know much about her. My new buddy and co-intern told me a few white about her being difficult. She snuck to a computer and looked up headlines to gossip with me about. Today will interesting, I am sure of it.

I have to go with the driver who is hired to pick the actress up at the airport. I am meant to escort her to the hotel, along with her publicist that will be with her and some other assistants. I am in charge of keeping track of time, we have to make it to the interview across town from where she will be staying. She requested that hotel specifically, so they had to book it even though it is highly inconvenient. Anything for the stars, I guess.

When I did get to the airport, Genevieve Nnaji showed up with a tiny pup in her arm, about three large suitcases and her kitty posse of assistants. She was wearing big sunglasses to hide her face, and strutted to the car like it was a fashion show. When she realized I wasn't from London, she openly scowled and said she doesn't like foreigners. I just nodded, because what the hell do you even say to a comment like that? We got into the car, I was in the front seat and turned around so I could face the woman who sat behind the driver. I explained the itinerary and how important it was to keep on schedule in a timely manner. We have her fitting, the interview and the photoshop that will go along with the article. At least I know it will be a friend who is the photographer for this, so far we were on time for check in at the hotel. There was an obvious sign outside that showed no pets but she walked in with her dog anyways. When I checked in, they started to complain about it until they realized she was a famous person and instead tried taking pictures with her. She got annoyed and stomped off.

I apologized to the fans who started forming a crowd in the lobby and rushed to follow her. She kept saying things in their language even though she knew I didn't understand it. I am pretty sure that is why she was doing it.

“Miss. Nnaji, I see here you requested a two hour nap. I will wake you after that for the fitting, okay?” I said as the doorman brought her large suitcase into the room.

He stood there, expecting a tip and when she bumped right past him, my eyes went wide. I had to go digging into my bag to try and find some spare cash for him. She stopped and turned and shoved her dog at me.

“Take care of Coco.”