Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 121

Chapter 121: You Gave Me Mixed Signals 

Brianna

Lucy, Amos and I were squeezing in a very short lunch between tasks. Amos does take pictures for vogue and other freelancing stuff through another company and he would be with us for a few of the tasks and events. I spent the whole day with both of them and Lucy who was dressed up with spiky heels and funky winged liner.

“Is this your first time in this city?” I asked both of them, Amos shook his head no but Lucy said yes.

“Oh my gosh, if you have time you should explore a little bit.” I encouraged her.

“I want to, but we will see.” She shrugged. 

“Who are you hoping to see out of anyone during fashion week?” She asked, I raised my hand knowing my answer right away. 

“Who?” She pointed for me to go first.

“Veekee James and Lisa Folawiyo.” I replied and they both nodded in agreement.

“Yes, good one, how about you, Amos?” She turned slightly to whew he had been sitting beside me.

We were at a simple quick cafe to have our meal and a little caffeine to get us through this. It had bench style seats on one side and individual chairs on the other side. Amos and I were sharing one bench. Fashion week or not, Amos is still very much himself, he is in his soft laid t-shirt like he always does and I am sure for the show he will dress slightly more fancy but I appreciated him being true to his easy going essence.

“I am not about the hot supermodels.” He teased us, Lucy chuckled through her teeth but I laughed. 

Instead of picking one or two people like she originally posed the question, she started naming just about everyone. She couldn't decide at the end. None of us had time to exchange our currency because of the delay yesterday, so I paid with my credit card here even though they insisted I didn't have to pay.

“Janet's people will give us the exchange money anyway.” She waved it off and linked arms with me for us to gesd over to  the building we were expected to be. This is going to be good.

*****

My first day experiencing the fashion week here turned out to be fruitful. I met freaking Lisa Folawiyo at the runway and again at an after gathering Vogue was hosting. I was in an electric orange two-piece long skirt and plunging neckline top with black heels that popped. Rose leaned over to me at the after party and said she liked  my outfit, I gasped and she cracked up laughing. Somehow from that we had a conversation between her and myself and a male vogue representative. I wasn't familiar with how crazy that is.

The fashion show has gone beautifully, every show always has their own vibe depending on the brand and creative designer responsible. This show had a marble flooring entrance where the models emerged and from there, they walked a half square and I was still riding this high on my way back home from the after party. It was late and I knew I needed to crawl into bed to do this all again tomorrow. When the car dropped me off in front of the building of my apartment,  I thanked the man and stepped out, holding my skirt so the hem wouldn't catch on my heel. I waved to the doorman who is familiar with me and this being my place or residence. If you don't live here, you have to be on someone's list to enter and if you don't have that, you can't even get into the building at all. Secure, as my brother had called it and safe but I didn't know why I needed that at the time. 

My heels echoed in the quiet lobby at this hour. Just as I reached the elevators, one pinged open and my heart dropped when I realized it was the penthouse private elevator. Fuck, how can this be w coincidence? When I saw Callan Harold step out with a determined expression, I realized it wasn't a coincidence at all. He just knew I walked into the building, whether it was because he had his goons watching for me outside or he told the front desk to alert him upon my arrival. Either way he was here right in front of me in the relaxed version of his suit. Although he didn't look relaxed, I could see his tattooed forearms exposed and the hard lines of his angry expression.

“Don't,”  That was all I said, holding a hand up to gesture for him to stop where he was and he ignored that

Before my elevator could open, he pinned me against the wall where the call buttons are. His hands were placed flat against the surfa on either side of me and he leaned his head down enough for him to really look at my face but speak low enough, not to cause a scene.

“You think you can ignore me?” His voice was almost venomous.

“I know Jane explained to you why I don't want to talk to you. I am tired, Callan, I got to go.” I tried going underneath his arms to break free from how he had caged me in, he bent his elbow down to block me from leaving. I huffed in frustration and looked up at him.

“What?” I said with more attitude than I think I have ever given him.

I saw spark fly behind his eyes, fire was lit when he glared down at me with that tight jaw. He grabbed me and pulled me into the private elevator and I gasped.

“Callan, stop!” I tried to walk out but he pinned me to the wall again.

“You aren't going anywhere until I decide you can fucking walk way from me.” He practically snarled in my face and I flinched back. How is he the one mad?

When the elevator reached the penthouse, I refused to get out and made him pick me up and walked into his apartment.

“Are you serious?” I was perplexed, my breasts almost fell out of my top for being picked up so suddenly and then he placed down again inside the foyer.

“Are you fucking serious? I called and texted you so many times, Brianna?” He looked mad, very mad and his shoulders were broad and his chest was pushed forward with his anger.

His eyes were darkened with fire on me, his jaw was sharp and tightly clenched to restrain himself.

“I am upset.” I muttered, he took a step closer to me and I took one back. For now, we were in the middle of the foyer but I won't let him cage me in again.

“Brianna, when did I tell you we were in some kind of exclusive relationship? Or any kind of relationship for that matter?” 

Already his words had my heart flinching back, I held my clutch purse tight in my hand to hide their tremble. It was adrenaline and nerves, not fear that brought a shake to my hands.

“You gave me mixed signals.” I barked.

“But when did I ever say we were exclusive?” He really pressed this.

He thinks he has me cornered, but he doesn't. After all this holding back, I just blew up.

“When you told me I couldn't date or touch anyone else in London?” I yelled as loud as I ever have. He stepped forward but I rounde him to be closer to the living room where we can't cage me in.

“That rule has always applied to you, I said the same thing here in Port Harcourt, didn't I?” He really tried to defend this.

“Callan, listen to me, I am not some item you can own and I am not some weak little girl anymore. If you want my loyalty and exclusivity to my body then you have to do the same. It is bullshit if you think you can send me gifts and flowers and call me all hours of the day and night to talk with me and see me. You flew to fucking France and London, why would you do that if you don't give a shit about me?” I was on a roll now.

His body was practically shaking with the anger he was bottling. The top was going to blow and I wouldn't be surprised if total devastation lies in the wake.

“Sending you gifts doesn't say anything about me being fucking celibate here in Port Harcourt while I wait on you like some bitch. Who the fuck do you think you are that I would ever fucking do that?” He snarled his words so harshly that it almost burned my flesh as it did my stomach.

“I am done here.” I muttered.

I tried rushing past him but he stepped in the way, his large muscle frame was like an impenetrable wall and I struggled against him but ultimately lost.