Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Brianna Fúcking Fletcher 

Brianna

“Say it, say, I am Brianna fucking Fletcher, I designed clothes for Versace and I am friends with Dontalla Versace and I fly in private jets. I am better than all of you.” Jane went into a rant.

“I can't remember a single word you said expect, I am Brianna fucking Fletcher.” I humored her.

“Yes, and any man who left me will regret me.” She urged me to continue.

“Any man who left me will regret me, yes, I am going to make him regret not wanting to wait two measly months. Fuck it, I am ready to go.” I waved my hand for us to move out. She squealed at my enthusiasm and followed me.

“I think what we will do is have a drink outside of the vip at the normal bat not far off. Maybe they will spot us and you won't feel awkward about crushing. But if they don't spot us, then we are going in ourselves.” She warned me.

We called for a car, so we just went to the sidewalk and got in. Every time, I really let myself think about what I am doing, I feel that flip in my gut with nerves. I haven't seen Callan's face in seven months, I don't even know if I am ready to. Jane requested that the driver put some dance music on to keep me hyped up on the drive to the club. I am about to see Callan, holy shít. I am about to see him and panic set in.

“Hey, I see your face. Confidence, Brianna. I am serious.” She scolded me.

“What if he doesn't regret everything after seeing me? What if it is me regretting everything when I see him?” I held my chest and took a calming breath.

“How could he not regret leaving you after looking at this.” She waved over my body and the nice makeup. We heard the driver clear his throat, we both shifted our eyes to the rear view mirror to see he was already looking at us.

“I don't want to be unprofessional, so please let me know if I am overstepping here. But, he is going to regret it, whatever it is. You look…he is going to regret it.” The driver said, my eyes bulged but Jane squealed.

“Thank you, driver man. I have been trying to tell her that.” She started talking it up with him.

He is probably in his thirties at best and I didn't deserve to feel nervous and unsure. I have spent my entire life doing that, my father always made me question if I looked good enough and I hated it. I am not that little girl anymore, I can't keep asking myself if I am good enough, pretty enough, talented enough and just overall enough.

'I am Brianna fucking Fletcher.'

I had been at the club once before when my friend Rose came to visit. She hit it off with my brother who ended up inviting us out. Usually, he doesn't want me near any of his establishments or at least his best friend's establishment. I guess I can understand why now, it is all intertwined with the mafia. The walls here are velvet and give off this really cool vibe with the way the light reflects off it. Jane and I grabbed hands so we wouldn't get separated through the crowd, we didn't have to wait in that long crazy line of course. I was with Harold after all, there were two floors and tow dogge types of vip. Jane already knew which room they would be in, I assumed it was because her sister told her. My heart was beating out of my chest but I didn't let it show on my face. I am going to try and do that thing I have seen models do a thousand times when I worked behind the scenes.

They would be talking and laughing or whatever but as soon as it was their turn to walk out on that runaway, this thing came over them. I don't know if you would call it an aura or what but they would suddenly have this confident face and strut like they were the best thing in the room. They smoothed into actual models like it was a switch they turned on. Somehow, they always get hotter after they do it too. Like magic, I want that. So even though my heart was thumping against my chest and my gut kept flipping, I just smoothed out my expression. I rounded my shoulders to accentuate my open back dress and the natural curve it revealed. I tipped my chin slightly higher than I usually would and I didn't look at anyone. I made them look at me.

I kept repeating Jane's words like a mantra in my head, so I wouldn't keep listening to the little voice that was panicking about doing this. About showing up and seeing Callan. I ignored it and instead I listened to Jane's voice in a mantra telling myself, I am Brianna fucking Fletcher. To take ownership of my name and what I want to represent myself as today. No inferior Brianna is allowed here, bad bitches only.

Jane tugged me through the crowd and stopped at the bar closest to the ground floor level vip that was elevated by a platform. It is wide open to the main floor right now, so they can see out if they make the effort to.

“Watch, put your confidence out like a beacon and they will look, they will feel it and their eyes will look around until they find the thing that was pulling at them.” She leaned into me and whispered.

She was in a short red dress but she didn't go all out because she said I am the main attraction tonight. I told her it wasn't because she is an awesome friend and she is really always rooting for me. A bartender stopped short in his walk to the end of the bar, I could see him check us out before changing course and coming to us.

“Hello, beautiful ladies. What can I get you?” He smirked and turned on the charm. We ordered drinks but before they even got to us, he was walking back over and pointing at someone.

“Those men offered to pay for these.” He let us know, nodding his head in their direction.

“Lovely because I wasn't going to pay for this anyway.” Jane deadpanned, the bartender with the parted hair and clean face almost looked confused until she leaned against the bar and muttered.

“My brother owns this place.” She said and recognition came over his expression and he straightened up.

“Miss, Harold.” He got professional.

“Umm, no. Call me Jane.” She waved off his politeness.

“Your brother is over there tonight.” The bartender thought he was informing us.

“I know,” she didn't even glance in the said direction, I was following her lead and doing the same.

Jane always had this air about her that is carefree and easy. She told me to call out like a beacon to gain these men's attention and I have no idea what she means but I am trying to emulate some kind of feeling that can't be ignored. Sure enough, she and I were being approached like crazy tonight but she just kept waving them off. We finished another drink, so I turned to put it down on the bar top when a hand touched me from behind. I jolted and swung around.

“Bryce?” I wasn't actually expecting him, so the surprise was genuine.

“What are you doing here?” He asked me.

“Jane wanted to go out.” I thumbed behind me to Jane, who was sipping her drink and giving my brother a small wave. I saw my brother's eyes drop to my outfit and his eyelids dropped to a glare.

“What the hell are you wearing?” He asked.

“I believe it is called a dress.” I replied like a smart ass.

“I don't think there is enough fabric to warrant calling it that.” He retorted right back, Jane came forward and stood right beside us.

“Hello, Bryce.” She said and he just shook his head.

“Don't get yourself into trouble with these assholes out here because I really don't feel like fighting tonight.” He said and I chuckled.

“I didn't ask you to fight anyone, I can handle myself.” I patted him on the shoulder.

“Are you working?” I played dumb. Jane glanced my way, knowing what I was doing.

“No, actually we have a party going on for a friend there.” He pointed to the vip room I already knew they were in.

“Oh, nice. Well, have fun.” I waved him off.

“Umm, actually, Brianna, I know the girl too and I was going to swing by.” Jane gave me a fake sheepish grin.

“I don't want to crash it or anything.” I started shaking my head. My brother slightly moved us out of the way because someone was trying to get by.

“No, it is cool. I will let her know you are my sister. She won't say anything.” He assured me.

The thump in my chest returned, I don't know if Callan is there yet but if he is, I am about to enter the same room as him.