Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 135

Chapter 135: You Can't Buy Me

Brianna

“I enjoy this shopping.” Callan said and I arched my brow.

“For you, yes. You are just the only person who genuinely appreciates it and you get that silly smile on your face like you are high on drugs. It is funny.” He said in his most serious tone. Funny?

“Jane was spoiled, my mother too and you know the value of something and I like that.” He said.

“Exactly, I know the value which is why I don't want to make you spend it.” I chuckled.

“Brianna, I have money, a lot of it, so spend it.” He pushed me forward.

He had me hooked, I got sucked into the life of a rich girl. Designed everything, I picked things up and pet them like they were my children. I walked up and down this avenue, looking at all the amazing stores and finally deciding on some things that I wanted. Callan does weirdly get off on watching me shop, he smirked half the time and he definitely likes when I would try things on. He came into the dressing room and tried to be naughty to me and he brought me to the Versace shop to finish and he knows my weakness for this band. He held up an adorable mini flag bag with big pearls lining the top along with the signature and gold chain. He just held it up to me like I wouldn't cradle it in my arms and then he brought it.

I felt so bad for giving in, but I did. I shopped with Callan Harold and I stayed way under the limit he gave me but I also spent way more that I would admit to. I was shamed for smokin someone paid for that, he even let me buy stuff for him to wear, just a few things but I loved styling him and I was in total bliss by the end. He has carried my bags and we had gone to put them in the car, so he wouldn't look ridiculous carrying everything. I think I exhausted him and he works out a lot and has wild sex a lot without tiring out, so you can imagine what a day it has been. He was starving by the end of it and so was I. I brought him to a restaurant Jane and I favored and after arguing, he finally let me pay for the meal as a thank you. It was like my perfect day if I ever had to fantasize about one, shopping at designer stores with the sexiest man alive was heaven on earth.

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Later that evening, I started noticing Callan was acting weird, I can't put my finger on it but he seems restless or something. I asked if he was alright and he kept giving me scowls asking why he wouldn't be. Maybe it was in my head, but I just sensed something was off about him. I wondered if it was because he will be leaving tomorrow and he was upset about it. I know I am upset about it as well, Callan coming here and telling me that it bothers him, admitting that he felt like I didn't even care to see him yet he was making such an effort to see me, I don't know. I feel like finally we have cracked through to something bigger.

We had drinks on the veranda with Jane, then she went out with the girls and I stayed home with Callan. We were sitting quietly just observing the streets of London below us. I know a few of the locals and they will wave up at me if they see me sitting here. It is like this is where I actually live. I have neighbors and stuff, it is funny to think of it. Finally, Callan seemed to have decided on something and turned to me.

“Can we go inside and talk?” He asked and it made my stomach drop.

“W.. what is it?” I practically whispered.

He has been acting weird, what if he is about to shatter me again. He waved me to get up, we walked back inside where I shut the veranda window. It was  night so I flicked on the living room light. He didn't sit, so I didn't either and he swiped a hand down his jaw and looked at me.

“What is it? I knew something was wrong.” I frowned.

“Nothing is wrong.” He muttered.

“Then why are you restless?” I waved over his unnatural demeanor. He sighed and brought me to come sit on the sofa that I have come to love.

“I am not restless, I just don't like talking about shit and there was something I needed to talk to you about.” He huffed afterwards without even getting to the point yet.

“You are here for another two months.” He pointed out the fact we both know and I just nodded, waiting for him to continue because there was absolutely more.

“Don't you feel that is a long time?” He asked.

“Umm, I guess it depends on what you are relating it back to.” I replied, I wasn't sure what to say yet.

I was sitting on the edge of the sofa with my hands fidgeting on my lap, he was sitting on the coffee table directly in front of me with his elbows leaning on his knees. His fingertips would brush the side of my leg once in a while and it would momentarily distract me. His touch always does that.

“I want you to move back to Port Harcourt.” He finally got his point out in his deep serious tone and my eyes went wide.

“Like when?” I stupidly asked.

“Like now,” he deadpanned. My jaw remained slack, I just looked at him leaning in front of me. He was so handsome and he wanted me to move back to Port Harcourt.

“But I have a job.” I reminded him why I was here.

“I will get you a different job.” He waved away at that point, I didn't know what to say.

“Tell me, I will buy you whatever you want.” He said, confusing me.

“What do you want?” I stupidly asked because I was confused about the buying me comment.

“You know what the fúck I want.” His jaw was tense and his tone was of aggravation. Then it all clicked.

“You can't buy me, Callan.” I moved the hand he had placed on my knees. Was this why he took me shopping today? To butter me up so he could make me move back home and feel I owe it to him?

“Are you sure? I have a lot of fucking money.” He said sarcastically.

“I don't want your money, Callan.” I stood up and so did he. With the table and sofa too close, I had to turn so our bodies weren't crammed in the gap.

“Tell me what the fúck you want and I will give it to you.” He managed to sound angry and frustrated.

“This,” I waved around me.

“I want this job, Callan and yes, I want you too. It is just two months.” I reminded him.

“Yes, two months.” He flexed his fists.

“Is that why you took me shopping today? To manipulate me?” I asked him outright. I was feeling betrayed.

“No, it is yours to keep either way.” He assured me, still I didn't feel very good about it.

“You can't wait just for two months?” I asked.

And what would even happen if I did go  back home? He doesn't want a relationship, he wants continuous sex with me and I can't give up my dream job for the asses sexual relationship with a man. A man who doesn't know if he even cares about me or just like screwing me.

“No, I won't wait two months. Move back to Port Harcourt, Brianna.” He was scowling now. How is he getting mad? This was supposed to be a conversation, I gaped at him.

“How can you ask that of me? Isn't it selfish to give me an ultimatum when it is my career we are talking about here? You wouldn't give up your empire for me, so why the double standard? Because I am a woman? Because it is silly fashion? Why, Callan?” 

He cracked his neck and moved past me, he was in the middle of the living room now like he needed some air away from me.

“Yes, or no, Brianna.” He didn't respond to my comments. I just stood there looking at him and when I tried to approach him again, he held his arms out so I couldn't get closer. What the hell?

Callan?” I sighed.

He rolled his shoulders back and smoothed over his expression so that I couldn't read a single thing on it. Even his eyes, he shut them off to me.

“Brianna, I am asking you to move back to Port Harcourt, will you?” He asked again.

My heart was thumping so hard in my chest, he is not even letting me near him which is confusing. I pulled my hair out of my face and released a shaky breath.