Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Regret em Dress

Brianna

“No, I don't know the girl. She is in the mafia?” I asked Jane for clarification.

“Women aren't technically in the mafia, she is the daughter of the head of the Vortex Cartel family. Oh, I forget, you don't know shit about the mafia. Well, there are five families, my family is at the top and others serve under us or rather Callan and my father. Anyways, Hannah is hot or whatever, so she gets a lot of attention. There is a term called a mafia princess, it is just a spoiled daughter of a mobster who gets treated like a princess, obviously. I am sure they say the same about me, whatever, I don't like the girl but my sister is friends with her.” She began to ramble on.

“And you have known this girl a long time? Does she have a history with Callan?” I had to ask, she motioned with her hand, so?

“My sister and her are the same age, so they went to school together with Callan back in the day. Two grades apart but still they were in the same crowds for a while. Besides, the crime families' children all know one another like some exclusive clique. Callan has never been one to settle down, he is handsome and all the girls wanted him. It is no secret that he got around but since he has known her half his life, they have definitely screwed around more consistently than anyone else.”

I hated that her words burned my gut.

“So they have had an on and off thing, is basically what you are saying.” I wanted clarification, she nodded which again lit this searing heat inside me and not the good kind.

“Oh come on, don't give me that face. She has got nothing on you. Trust me, we are going to this birthday party and you are making yourself known.” She said.

“Known to who? Her or is Callan going to be there?” I swallowed.

“He should be, yes. And I am sure Bryce will be there too especially since it is being held at their club. Don't shy away, Brianna. You have nothing to be shy about.”

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She kept hyping up this idea of me showing up at that vortex girl's birthday party, hosted at the Emerald lounge. She was invited, so it wasn't like she was crashing but I would be. She insisted that I do this but once the day came, I let common sense kick in and told her I don't think I should. Callan would know I came on purpose to see him, and that was pathetic of me to do.

“It is a club, it is not a very private event and if anything just say you didn't know you were coming to a party. Blame me, say I didn't tell you.”  She said through our facetime call. It has been two days since she left our apartment.

“What is the point of all this again?” 

I really needed a reminder, I was sitting on my bed with the phone in my hand but she had me propped up somewhere in her massive closet. She kept walking back and forth and my eyes couldn't help but follow. When she stopped in place, my eyes almost bounced against it.

“You know what you need.” She dramatically trailed off.

“What do I need, Jane?” She started to move around her closet again.

Its double sided clothing racks have a multitude of fabrics in all textures, shapes and colours. A well rounded closet, she has dressers beneath with her folded items and the entire back wall is purses and shoes going up to practically her ceiling.

“You need a ‘regret em’ dress.” She muttered. I continued to look at her, thinking she would clarify what the hell that was.

“A what?” She laughed and picked up the phone so her face was  fully on the scream. The party isn't like for another four hours but she has already got rollers for her bangs.

“A ‘regret em’ dress. It is the dress you wear when you want somebody to take one look at you and regret they ever lost you. It is a dress meant to devaste men.” She said dramatically.

“I am not sure I own one of those.” I snorted a laugh.

“Of course you don't, my sweet little flower but I do. Oh, I do have plenty of them.” She grinned, she cracked me up.

“You have a multitude of dresses meant to devastate men?” I was teasing her.

“Everyone should.” She deadpanned.

“You are serious about this?” 

I don't know why I asked, everything about her personality would indicate she indeed has a multitude of devastating outfits.

“Umm, you need to come try these on because our body types aren't the same.” She pointed out.

“For the most part, they are.” I said, we have shared plenty of clothes before.

“You have ass and I don't. For a ‘regret em’ dress, you need the best possible outcome, so you have to come and try these on right now.” She ordered me, it is not that she lives far but the hassle of going back and forth would be annoying.

“If I come there, then I am just getting ready over there.” I told her. She had already put me down on some chair or something and was moving around again.

“Fine, bring heels options and bags or actually, I have all that. Just hurry up.” She waved me off like I even got a word in.

*****

After a long carefully meticulated process Jane and I found tonight's ‘regret em’ dress. I have to admit, I liked the way I looked, she left no stone unturned. My hair was done perfectly, my makeup was flawless and the dress, it was a blue plunging backless dress that ruched right over the start of where my ass meets my back so that my entire back was visible and the sides of my breasts were lightly showing in a teasing way.

The front scoops down at the neckline so it flattered my chest, just as good as this dress's cut complimented the shape of my ass. I am not kidding, this dress made me feel curvy and tantalizing, it was spaghetti straps that barely kept this dress hanging on me. It was short too, I called it the peek a boo dress instead because I felt like flashes of my flesh could be seen as I moved around. The natural curves of my spine definitely helped amplify the rounding of my backside, I wore a hit pair of Versace heels and had a clutch to match. I was more than ready.

“You look….this might be some of my finest work. I am mostly ready to cross teams and screw you myself.” She deadpanned and it made me laugh.

“Is it really okay? Like, if you were the sexiest me in Port Harcourt city would your eyes drift to me?” I felt sheepish suddenly, which is silly because I am half dressed and sexy. No room for sheepishness here.

“I am not just saying it to make you feel better, I am so blunt I would tell you if it was ugly. Oh my gosh, call the girls in London, they will flip out.” She rushed to get her phone so she could Facetime our friends back in London. Those girls are fashionistas like us, so they would know if I perfected the look.

“Hello, bitches!” I heard her screams from somewh inside the room. I was still in the closet because she had a full length mirror and vanity here. You could live in this closet, she started talking but then she got quiet before calling my name.

“Okay, walk out here and show them.” She made the whole ordeal dramatic as always. I did as she asked and walked out of the closet, showing my front then slowly turning to flaunt the back.

“Oh my fucking goodness!”

“What the fuck!” 

I heard a bunch of voices at once, she did a group call, so all their faces were across the screen.

“I told you.” She rubs her brows at me.

“Okay, I do feel pretty confident right now.” I laugh at myself.

“Put on sexy music, you know that always gets us in the mood to party.” I think it was the girl whose father was a politician said that, I wasn't looking at the phone. I was putting my things into the clutch I had chosen.

“Regret em dress.” Jane grinned, the girls knew exactly what that was too, that shouldn't surprised me.

After chatting with them briefly, it was time to hang up and actually go to the club and I was suddenly so nervous.

“Brianna, I can see your nerves. Confident girls don't look nervous, if you have to fuel your confidence with anger then do it. Say, I am Brianna fucking Fletcher.” She muttered.

“I am not going…” I couldn't finish, she slapped my arm and I flinched away from her.