Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 148

Chapter 148: We Are Going To The Party 

Brianna

“Okay, tell me everything.” Jane said, bouncing onto my bed and pulling me beside her.

“I talk to you like every day, you know everything.” I laughed.

“Yes, well, it is different in person. How is Dontalla? Gosh, you have been living the coolest life, you are more interesting than me now and I have had some adventurous girlie.” She winked and I shook my head at her. I really missed this girl.

“Jane…I want to ask you something I have avoided for a long time.”  I trailed off, hoping she understands without my having to spell it out.

She could have reported to me about her brother if she wanted to but she told me it wasn't helpful to me. I knew she was right, besides,she isn't always with her brother to even know herself. She only comes around when she wants something, Calllan said it once and I believe him now.

“My brother?” She gave me a knowing look. I nodded yes, she sighed and adjusted herself on the bed.

“He is still a brooding asshole, what else is there to say, sweetheart.” She blurted.

“I don't know, I don't even know what I am looking to hear.” I said honestly and sighed at myself.

“What he did was wrong, you aren't at fault for how things ended. The man took a tantrum when he wanted to control your life for his own gain and you didn't bend at his will. He is a control freak, if he cared, he wouldn't have cut you off the way he has. I know it is harsh to say it so forwardly but I know all these thoughts are resurfacing now that you are back. In London, it wasn't as hard, now you are a floor apart and I know that is bothering you.” I nodded to everything she said.

“Besides, isn't that hunk Andrew here?” A wicked smirk spread across her lips.

When she had come to visit me in London after she had moved away, she met Andrew and knew everything about him from our frequent phone calls. I am up to date on her entire life and she is with mine.

“He is here, he is mostly just someone I work with, though.”

I didn't want to give him or anyone else the wrong idea.

“He is handsome and successful, you should have done worse.” She rolled her eyes at me.

I do like Andrew, he is a great guy. But is he the guy for me? Probably not. But then again, was Callan? Probably not. I brought my foot onto the bed and started to unbuckle the ankle straps of my heels and she ran a hand over the floorf.

“You honestly are fabulous in every sense of the word, you aren't little Brianna Fletcher. You are a brand now, Dontalla Muse and a designer of the Versace spring collection. You are powerful, I know my brother's presence is a strong one but so is yours and you are going to be fine.” 

I learned over and hugged her after my heels dropped to the floor beneath us.

“I missed you so much, you are a wicked hype woman when it comes to cheering on my ego.” I teased her.

“What ego? If anything, you are too humble. You flew on a private jet, bitch and I still have the picture to prove it.” She slapped my arm like I did something wrong. I flinched but laughed. 

I only brag to her because I know she wants me to. She would care to see me in a private jet and things like that. I guess she is right when she says I don't flaunt as much as I could, I have posted my accomplishment on my fashion page for sure but bragging? No. When my phone buzzed, I quickly glanced at it and saw Andrew's name across the screen.

“Oh look, Mr. Handsome.” She lifted my phone off the bed and headed it to me, it was a text telling me to check my email for some loosely scheduled events with Dontella.

She is a bit spontaneous, so you can't always nail too many things down. If she had a plan but worked up to some entirely different ideas, she wouldn't go asking for permission to do it, she would just do it and marketing and public relations would scramble to catch up to the changes.

“Open it, I want to see.” She scooted next to me to read my messages. She is nosy sometimes but I don't mind. I opened the message and we read it together.

'Introduction as formal muse and face of brand. Photoshoot for Chanel. Permission to release more of the collection looks by Brianna and lastly, Vogue wants to do an article about Donatella and their rising star.’

When she read the last one, she screamed the way she does when excited. I guess it is more of a squeal.

“Vogue wants to do an article? You will be on the cover, Brianna. This is insane.” She shook me about a hundred times as she spoke. I was actually shaking myself, so I remained quiet, processing the information.

“Wow, this is all really happening so suddenly. What does he mean by formally introduced? To whom? I knew I was waiting on permission to post a few things like the photography Donatella worked on for her gallery and this means I get to wear some of the items of clothing I designed. That will be fun, Vogue London, why would they wait for us to leave to do this article?What the hell are they even going to say about me? I am not the only person Dontalla works with.” I started to spiral

Jane sucked her teeth and slapped my arm as she had earlier done. It was what I needed to bring me back to my reality.

“All of this is exciting news and haven't you learned anything from Dontalla? She doesn't believe in stress and neither should you, flow the flow, like she does.” She told the truth.

“Ride the wave is basically what you are saying.” I leaned into my headboard, and looked back down at the phone.

“Ride it like a dick, girl.” She crudely remarked. I groaned at her and made her laugh.

Looking past her, I took in the view of my room. I had a strange surreal moment in realizing that I wasn't living in that apartment in London anymore and that this was really my bedroom again. Mushroom colored walls, no old style crown molding. I have lived in London longer than I would actually be more used to that space than I am to being here. This bed felt somewhat foreign to me and it is strange for it being a place you call home. I didn't have a walk-in closet in London, so much of my clothes hung on racks lined against a back wall. Here, I have my walk in again, which is where I shoved all my suitcases for now. I need to wash and dry clean everything to re-hang them in their rightful places but it is my first night here. All that stuff will wait until tomorrow or the coming days then again I don't seem to know when I have work or not.

I am being paid for some of this work but some of it was just me saying yes because I wanted to have the experience. When Jane's phone started to ring, she checked the caller ID and held it up for me to see.

“My sister.” She said, I know Callan had two sisters but I haven't met the older one.

I know her name is Tina just by the stories Jane has told me but that was about it. Jane started talking with her and I wandered to the bathroom to put on something comfortable. By the time I was out, she was waiting patiently for me.

“Okay, I have the gossip you have been looking for.” She said,

“About?” I paused mid way out of the bathroom.

“You know what?” She looked at me pointedly, something in my gut sunk and I gripped the clothes I was still holding a little bit tighter.

I nodded and placed the clothes on the upholstered bench I have right outside my closet and I took a breath. I went to sit down and listen.

“That was my sister who called. She was inviting me out this weekend because it is Hannah’s birthday. Do you know her, probably not. She is a part of one of the crime families, she is spoiled but anyways, it is her birthday and she is having something at Callan's club. Apparently he has been hanging out with her a little bit recently aka fucking her so, we are going to this party and don't say no.” She pointed a quick finger at me.

My chest aches but I pushed the feeling away down deep inside myself.