Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 155

Chapter 155: I Hate Her 

Brianna

Jane went off with the other guys, so it was just me and Roy off in the corner now where there wasn't so much body movement. We sat at a table that wasn't occupied right now, and used the sectional sofa to sit and talk. He didn't sit very far, he had his arm on the back of the sofa with one of his ankles resting on his knee. He made sure to turn his body in enough to be facing me. I naturally did the same when I sat and my torso turned slightly toward him.

Whenever my mind drifted to that dark scary aggravating man somewhere behind me, my gut would flip and I hate it. So I just poured all my attention on Roy Vortex, I hope that isn't giving him some false hope but he is the only one attractive enough to distract me even in the slightest. Besides, his attitude is attractive enough on its own.

“I heard you were living in London. How was all that? Are you glad to be back in Port Harcourt?” He clearly knew more about me than I did about him.

“I was in London, yes and I loved it. It was for work but I do like Port Harcourt too.  I haven't given it much of a chance yet because as soon as I moved here to live with my brother. I got the job and moved right back out.” I kind of quite laughed at myself. His eyes would dart around my face, taking in my expression.

With the arm he had outstretched on the back of the sofa, he would use his fingertips to run little circles or shape over the fabric. I kept looking at those fingers subtly rubbing, I think part of what makes him look like a troublemaker is his hooded gaze. He already appears to be in the midst of something alluring just by his natural expression.

“What do you do for work?” He asked me, I told him a brief version of everything and he seemed very impressed.

“I would ask what you do for work but I think I know.” I bit my lip.

I am kind of flirty here and when he chuckled, it resonated deep in his chest again. He brought his hand up to swipe at his jaw, it was shaped well.

“I am a businessman.” He grinned.

“Yes, so I have heard.” I let my eyes linger on his, his eyes darted around my face again.

“Fuck, you are really beautiful.” He almost shook his head at the fact. I wasn't expecting the random outburst so I kind of snorted.

I ended up having two drinks with him, we weren't rushing so the alcohol did little else but bring a light flush just below my warm flesh. He is very good at keeping a conversation going, he is also very good at making subtle gestures that make you take notice of the things he wants you to notice. Like the way his fingertips kept toying with the back sofa I was leaning against. My eyes watched his finger move.

And when he wanted me to notice his mouth, he would smirk or take his lip between his teeth so my eyes would naturally drop to them. When he spoke, he somehow inches just the slightest bit forward until you are in a mid conversation and you suddenly realized your legs are touching somehow when he was just over there a second ago. He is smooth and that is dangerous.

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**Callan POV.**

I didn't see the girl once I patted Hannah's leg to let her know I wanted to stand up. I was taking her to my office to do all the dirty shít I whispered into her ear. My eyes gave the place one look over and didn't see where she was when I had initially sat down. I wondered if maybe I sent her off when she noticed Hannah practically fucking me on my own club's couch. Good, if it pissed her off in any way, then it is what she deserves.

Hannah took my hand to start dragging me out of there but I caught eyes with my sister who was sragdin around with Frank and Nick chattin. Her eyes came to me and then drifted past me at something else. My own eyes followed her until I spotted the girl. She didn't leave at all, she is on the sectional sofa towards the back of the vip room with fucking Roy Vortex. Of course she is, because Brianna Fletcher can put on an act but she doesn't care as much as she pretends to. When we used to talk, she made me out to be the bad guy for sustaining myself while she was off living her dream. She made me the bad guy because she was afar, she wasn't around. Three months went by too fucking slowly for me to endure more two months. She wanted to be more than a sexual attraction for me, she accused me or mixed signals but who the fuck was the one who kept going to her? Who the fuck made the actual damn effort? I let my best friend repeatedly punch me in the face so I could get the point across that I was bringing his sister home to be with me and what did Brianna do? She said fucking no, I asked her to come back to Port Harcourt with me and she said no.

I have never felt like more of a pathetic fucking idiot loser than that day, it was already unlike me to act the stupid fucking way I was acting with her, it was a good lesson to learn. Don't be fucking bitch, I should have never pursued it. Brianna damn Fletcher acted like I was breaking her heart but she is so full of shit, it actually surprised me. And look at her now, in my club dressed the way she was dressed and flirting with my fucking men. She hasn't batte a lash tonight, she doesn't fucking care and it is laughable, really.

Hannah tugged on my arm when she realized I had slightly paused to look at the girl who was laughing at something Roy damn Vortex was saying in my club. I turned away and tugged Hannah into my side, I cupped her ass and whispered into her ear as we exited the vip section. I swear, I am not even able to wait to go to her house and I let it be known that we were going right to my office. If I don't bust a nut within the next thirty minutes someone is going to end up dead.

“Hannah, I have to warn you, I am in a particular mood to fuck the shit out of you. If you aren't willing to help me blow several loads then speak up now.” She smiled at my words which told me that it didn't scare her off in the slightest.

“Sounds like a good birthday present to me.” She gave me permission.

“Suck my dick first, let me release some steam so I can eat your pussy without losing my damn mind. I will fúck you right after that, I promise.” I told her. I knew I could do it, I am known for my stamina and tonight that fire inside me could burn a whole village down to ash.

“Yes, sir.” She took the orders well.

I sat down in my office sectional and unzipped my pants to release the hard on I felt since seeing the mysterious girl in the blue dress and that just pissed me off more. I could see the vein bulge, demanding for release. Her hand wrapped around it and she leaned over my lap from where I had her on her knees between my legs. She saw the edge I had about me and she knew not to waste time with teasing. She shoved me right into her mouth and used her tongue to coat the underside of the swollen head. She started pumping the base while her head began to bob up and down to coat the rest of me. When I felt the tip bump into the back of her throat, I grunted. I put my palm behind her head and pushed her back down to do it again. She gagged slightly which got a groan out of me.

“You know I love it when you choke on my dick, dollface. Come on, suck me off.” I encouraged her, tipping my hips up with the motion of her head. She became more eager which made me bite down on my lip.

“Just like that,” I encouraged her again.

I was so worked up, I needed to talk it off. I needed to talk because I wanted to stay present in the moment. If I let my eyes shut, I know what I will see and it will only anger me more than I see the curved spine of the mystery girl in the dress, her petite shoulders and her eyes. Fuck her, I hate her.