Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Because I Am Tapped 

Brianna

“Who the fuck do you think I am that I would be okay with that? I was livid and you had me seeing red for one month. I gave you time to calm down and now you are going to look me in the face and tell me you want to end this.” His voice kept lowering with each new word until it was a rumble of aggravation and something else.

“Callan, you can't break into my apartment.” I stuck on this.

How is he here again? We have already lived this once.

“Well, I did. Now answer me.” He deadpanned.

“What is there to end? You said so yourself that we weren't in a relationship. This was about sex and I think you have gotten enough of it from me. You have a pussy back in Port Harcourt.” I said crudely, I am  mad too.

“I will tell you when I have had enough.” He spat.

I shoved at his chest to get him to back off and he did for now. He let me put down my bag and sunglasses. I felt his eyes taking in my outfit from head to toe, he licked his lips and my body betrayed and heated up inside.

“What are you doing here, Callan? I know your pride and ego are as big as Port Harcourt city itself but you honestly flew over so many hours to get here, seriously?” I wanted him to hear how crazy it sounded because it is crazy.

“Brianna, I don't think you understand what I am saying here. You fucking ran off, you have pulled that shit many times in your life but you aren't going to do it with me and I won't let you.” He sounded angry but again there was something else there. I couldn't figure it out.

“You can't keep doing this to me.” I stomped my heels, I was so overwhelmed right now at his unexpected presence and i can't think.

“Doing what?” He snarled, I flinched back.

“Sending me mixed signals, you coke spend time with me overseas, calls and texts with me every day. You send me gifts to make me smile and I think, maybe he isn't just in it for sex, maybe something is here. Then you practically slap me in the face when you go and fuck dozen of women while simultaneously telling me I am yours. That I can't find myself a guy here, it makes me think you want exclusivity but that wasn't it. You wanted ownership, it is fucked up, Callan.” I was proud of myself for getting all of that out. He ran his inked hand through his hair and huffed for patience.

“You aren't home, it is not like I have easy access to you that I wouldn't go out seeking sexual gratification from other women, if you think I am the kind of man who can live off jerking off, you are greatly mistaken.” He wasn't crowding me, but his shoulders were squared off defensively. Our living room isn't very large to begin with, so I still felt crowded anyway.

“Then, how can you ask me to withhold from sex here? If you can't do it, what makes you think you have the right to tell me I have to?” I didn't raise my voice since for now he wasn't yelling.

He was angry but his voice was calm for now and I haven't seen that clenched jaw on his handsome face in a while. He will never let me get over him if he keeps showing up in my life right when I was fighting the ache in my chest less and less.

“Because I am tapped, Brianna. Because I will kill those people.” His fingers tapped his temple to show me he meant that he is crazy and I am fully aware of that.

“Fine, then let me go kill all those girls and that justifies everything, right?” He growled in aggravation and slapped his hand down on our kitchen counter.

“You are going to be here for the next fucking two months, Brianna.” I looked at him, really looked at him for a minute.

“Even if I was home, what difference would it make? Would you become exclusive with me? Do I matter a single bit to you, Callan?” I asked him the hard question. He looked away from me and clenched his jaw but wouldn't respond to me. After a moment of harsh silence, he spoke.

“I fucked around with you more than I fúck around with anyone else.” I laughed at his words, I couldn't help it. I was so worked up.

“You can't even say I matter a single ounce to you, you flew all the way to this country to let me know the same thing I already knew since before I left Port Harcourt. You won't give me what I want and I won't give you what you want. So you know what that means, Callan? It means we don't talk anymore which is what I was doing for the past one month until you came here to confuse me again, again!” I reiterate how often he has done this to me.

He slammed his fist on the counter and turned to place his palm flat against it. He let his head fall and inhaled a deep breath. His muscles behind his head turned to me now. How can he look magnificent even like?

“I visited you.” He said in a low enough voice that I almost didn't hear him.

“And?” I asked, he was still leaning against the counter, not facing me. His head was lowered like he was trying to calm himself down.

“I buy you things.” He added just as low.

“And?” I saw his hands flex on the counter.

“And I don't want to stop fucking around with you.” He snapped at the end and turned to me. His eyes were darting around my face to see what I was thinking and feeling. I don't even know anymore.

“Fucking around?” I repeated his words.

“You know what I mean.” He swiped his hand down his face.

“Don't throw this gift in my face, I told you I didn't like accepting things because it is always held against me later.” I folded my arms and looked away from him.

“That is not what I meant.” He huffed.

“Then what do you mean?” I challenge him.

“I don't buy those girls things.” He hinted around.

“So, I am your favorite toy in the toy box, basically. It still makes me a toy.” I turned to the veranda window to let some air in. It was too thick and raw inside here and it was hard to breathe through whatever this is in my heart.

“For fuck sake, Brianna.” He snapped his hands at his side for not making this easy for him.

“I didn't like waking up to you being gone, Brianna. That really fucked with my head.” He said while my back was still turned to him from the window I was opening.

“You fúck with my head all the time, that is the point I am trying to make. I gave you mixed signals, right? I let you have my body and then I left you without warning, it sucked right?” I turned to him now, his jaw clenched and unclenched.

“I am the one who has made the effort to see you throughout all this, if I didn't keep showing up, you wouldn't have seen me for the past three months and if I don't continue to come back, then you wouldn't see me for your next two months to come.” He called out and my eyes shot up to study his face but he wouldn't let me. He smoothed his expression over.

“The first time, you didn't come for me.” I defended myself weakly.

“Oh, fucking cut it, you know I did.” He snapped at me and my heart fluttered as well as my gut. I had my suspicions once but I didn't know for sure until now.

“You are calling me out for doing what I got to do while you are away? It doesn't even bother you not to see me while you are living it up in London. So call me out for fucking other girls, go ahead.” His anger surfaced again but his words were important ones.

“So it bothers you not to see me?” I asked, I needed to understand and he laughed sardonically. It is the darkest laugh I have ever heard.

He rolled his shoulders back and puffed out his chest, he made my tiny apartment even smaller. His eyes blazed into my shorter frame in front of him and I fidgeted with my top, waiting to hear the words I needed to hear.

“I am not going to spell it out for you, Brianna.” He said and I couldn't take it, so I stepped back.

“No, I need you to spell it out for me, because I am so damn confused. Callan, I need you to spell it out.” I fisted his shirt, practically begging for it.

His large hands closed around my wrists and yanked me against him, he fisted my hair so he could tip my head to the side to gain access to my ear.

“I went one month, one full month before I snapped and came here the first time, I was so fucking angry all the time, my men would run when they heard me coming, they hid from me. I was fucking nightmare to them, does that answer your damn question!” He spoke low and gruff into my ear.