Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Sex Club

Brianna

“Callan?” I addressed him by name for the first time, his expression was blank but his eyes had me sweating.

“I can't accept this.” I held the money out to him, his eyes glanced down at it and back up at my face.

“I don't need it back.” He said plainly.

He started pulling off his jacket and undid anything button on his shirt and I swallowed.

“It is too much and you don't even know me, you are not obligated to give me a gift.” I ranted, he didn't even look at me, he looked bored.

“Brianna?” He called, I pressed my lips together and looked at him.

“Shut up,” he said and I was shocked.

“Go shopping tomorrow, end of discussion.” He added and walked past me and the money.

I just stood there like a fool because I didn't know what to say to that. He was authoritative and his words affected me. After some minutes of coming to my senses, I followed him upstairs. Being in the same hallway reminded me of yesterday and what I witnessed. He turned and his gaze burned me like maybe he was thinking the same. As he rolled his sleeves up, he looked me up and down and a hint of a smirk ghosted over his lips before disappearing altogether.

“Goodnight, Brianna.” His deep voice muttered before he turned and disappeared into his room.

His door was left open again but I wouldn't dare to appear there ever again. Was that a challenge?

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I had a lot of money that I was able to spend today. I had never had this kind of money in my pocket and I was overwhelmed. Poor David was told to go along with me while I shopped before my shift.

“David, I don't think there is any way I can make this less painful for you unless you want to go wait in the car or something.” I sheepishly smiled at him.

He was in his same bulldog stance with slick hair and a casual suit. His hands were behind his back as he waited for me inside the first stairs I browsed.

“I am getting paid, I guess I will have to get used to escorting you to places. This seems to be a permanent role for me.” He surprised me by saying that.

“So a glorified babysitter? Bryce needs to cool it, I will talk to him.”

Although I had spoken to my brother about it, he clearly didn't get the massage. The stores in these areas were gorgeous, designer and overwhelming for someone like me who had more money to spend than I could have ever dreamed of. I went on a complete frenzy. My early afternoon was spent wandering store by store, collecting more and more shopping bags as I purchased all my new things. When you have money to spend, people in the shops are a lot kinder to you, they dote on you and let you take your time trying things on or browsing.

Poor David looked exhausted and he was carrying half my bags if not more of them for me. I told him he didn't have to do that but he insisted that it was fine. After we walked back to the car and secured my most prized possession in the trunk, he took me down a few blocks to my job. I was in literal bliss, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. My brother and Callan might have just created a monster out of me. By the time I entered the tattoo parlor, I was starting to feel the effects of shopping late for several hours. I had worn sneakers in anticipation of this but still I had walked a lot.

“Hey,” I heard from the few people who were around the shop.

I waved to everyone before taking my place behind the counter at the register. There was a call first so I answered it. I have an IG account dedicated to fashion and outfit I had both sewn on my own in school and outfit I wear everyday. I actually have a lot of followers so I would set up all the designer bags I had gotten outside a trendy area and posted a picture of them. In my outfit yesterday, I had posted a picture of me in front of Callan's floor length window overlooking the city and I got a lot of traction on that post. I think this new life of mine is going to blow up my page which is good because I want to be noticed in the fashion world.

I was talking to Sandra and Josephine about it and they were scrolling through my feed, telling me how aesthetically pleasing my page was and how good I am at putting outfits together and things like that.

“Did you really make this?” Josephine asked, turning so I could see the screen.

“Yes, I did. I can show, I learned some before college and the rest in fashion school.” I replied.

“That is so wonderful, you should take some pictures in the shop. You can tag us which is good for business and it is also aesthetically pleasing here too. I think it would look good.” Sandra suggested, it was actually a fantastic idea.

“Tomorrow when I have a better outfit.” I laughed at myself.

I was in casual wear because I knew I would be moving a lot and I wanted my first Bizzyaski Ink post to look really good.

“I didn't realize your shop has an IG page. I will have to follow it.

After an inventory and booking a few appointments, I had a lull in things I had to do. I ended up in conversation with Sandra again since she didn't have a client.

“Can I ask you something?” I said slowly so only the two of us could hear from where we leaned against the counter.

“Yes,” her winged liner was on point today but her eyes darted around my face to see what the subtlety was about.

“What other business does Harold Group of Company own? My brother hasn't talked much about it and I really want to know.” I said and she hesitated.

“I don't really know much about it, but I know the name of their clubs.” She said and that was more than I knew so I asked her to tell me about it.

“They own a nightclub called The Emerald Lounge and sex club called The Torture Garden.” My eyes widened.

“Sex club?”

I wasn't expecting that, is that why my brother was being vague? Did he not want me to know that? She gave me a sheepish shrug.

“Yes, have you heard of those? There are a variety in this city, it was very popular in that community of people.” She said.

“Is it just a club where people have sex everywhere?” I asked, I was so confused.

“Sex clubs are what the title entails but also other stuff like there are rooms for socializing, drinking even dancing if you want. Then they have more private areas with beds and other props for sex play, swingers go there and couples who want to explore, exhibitionists who like the thrill of sex in front of others and voyeurs who enjoy the watching.” She explained like she knew a lot about it.

“Do you always go there?” I asked and she chuckled.