Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Pursue Your Dream, Sis 

Brianna

I was standing in the living room with David, on my knees while I took measurements of his pants leg. To measure an inseam, you have to go between the legs but David was fidgety about it especially when he heard the door to the apartment open.

“Ugh, what am I walking into right now?”  I heard my brother's voice behind me. David straightened out and I patted his leg to remind him to stop moving.

“I am going to tailor his suit.” I replied easily to my brother. David still looked so nervous, what is Bryce going to do? Flip out because I am fixing his employees suit, he isn't a psycho like his best friend.

I was regretting ever going to that stupid birthday party last weekend. All it did was open an old wound I have been working so hard to fix. I can sow clothes but I am not so good at stitching wounds, they kept coming apart at the seams. I heard my brother drop his keys on the counter and didn't comment further on what I was doing.

“Alright, pants are done measuring, you can stop freaking out now.” I call him out for being so uncomfortable and the poor man blushed.

“We are doing the shoulders now.” I let him know, taking down some measurements on a piece of paper I had beside me on the coffee table.

The stupid party ended awful, I was trying to make Callan regret that he walked out of my life but all I did was gain a first row seat to him mauling Hannah freaking Vortex. Tonguing her mouth all night, oh the best part was when I saw them walking off and holding hands and they never made it back to the party. I know how their night ended. Roy Vortex was a smooth and decent enough guy but I was hurting too much and told the guy I had to get going. I went home alone, no sexy hook ups. I didn't even call Andrew the way Jane kept recommending I should, I was too upset with Callan. I didn't have it on me to be sexy and try to sleep with another man, not when that man was so heavy on my mind. I couldn't do that. 

With my soft measuring tape between my lips, I jolted down a few more numbers and after that, I wrapped the thing over my shoulder and patted him on the back.

“Done,” he nodded and straightened his coat out even though it was already perfectly in place.

“I brought my other suit, I assume you can tailor that or does it mess up with the measurements?” He asked.

“No, the measurements were of your body, not the fabric and I can fix anything now. Hand in hand.” I extended my hand for him to give me the suit. It was a modest black suit of no particular brand. I was about to make him look snazzy though.

“Well, thanks for this, I guess.” He scratched the back of his head.

When my brother reappeared from his room in casual clothing, I saw David snap back into attention again.

“Sir,” he nodded to him.

“She offered, sir. She really insisted.” He explained himself, Bryce waved him off.

“I don't care, David. Give her practice.” He shrugged.

“You look a little tired, are you okay?” I frowned my brows at my brother when I finally got a good look at him.

“Huh? Oh, no, I am fine. It has been…a crazy time at work. Busy, I mean.” He corrected himself, I hummed at him in suspicion.

“I don't think I want to know what would justify being crazy in your line of work.” I deadpanned and he rolled his eyes.

“I just meant to say busy, not crazy. Everything is fine.” He assured me. I wasn't even worried to begin with aside from him just looking a little tired.

“Okay, rest. I will make us dinner.” I said and he gave my shoulder a little squeeze in thanks and went back into his room.

“Thank you, Miss. Fletcher. I will be heading out now.” David practically bowed to me.

“Bye, I will call you when it is done.” I said after him since he had already turned his back to me for the door.

Since I don't technically have a job right now, I don't have to get up and prepare for a day of work. Instead, I was waiting for Dontella or Andrew to reach out and let me know what is on the itinerary for us this month. I have gotten a brief email but it was vague, I know I am allowed to reveal some of the clothes I designed for Versace now which is exciting and I wear it too. I hope that isn't pretentious, I am just so proud of myself. I was pulling ingredients out to make myself and my brother a meal when my phone started ringing. I put it on speaker since I was cutting veggies.

“Hey, Andrew.” He slightly cleared his throat before speaking.

“I was calling on Dontella's behalf, we have an event this weekend and it is a big one, Brianna.” He let me know. My stomach flipped and I stopped chopping.

“Huh? What is it?”

Anticipation was tingling over my senses.

“She put together a show for her ready to wear line but she is using this as an opportunity to introduce you on a more professional basis as her brand ambassador and some of what you have styled with her recently. Basically, she wants to show you off at the end of the show. You will get all that in more detail from his other staff but I told them I would call you and give you the heads up. Can you come to a meeting tomorrow?” He asked me. I was still stuck on the first part he mentioned.

“I am going to walk the runway? Is that what you are saying?” 

I can't pull that off, no way.

“No, no, you will just walk out at the end with him, like she does with her goddaughter.” He clarified.

She always walks out at the end of her shows and everyone claps for her as she takes one lap around. She wants me with her for this, really.

“I am speechless again, you seem to deliver news that makes me speechless often these days.” I chuckled at myself.

“Maybe it is just me who makes you speechless.” He flirted a little and I laughed but I was still really stuck on the topic at hand.

“I can go to the meeting tomorrow by the way, I forgot to address that.” I was clearly distracted.

“Prefect, nothing too formal. We can grab a coffee, some of the team will be there to explain some stuff and you will need to go to the fitting for the dress she pulled for you. Have you spoken with her at all?” He asked.

Dontalla hates phones, so it isn't like the woman just casually text me. When I said that to Andrew, he snorted a laugh. He knows it is true.

“I will send the date and time then, beautiful. See you then.” He said in his smooth, only slightly accented voice before hanging up.

“Sounds like a bit flirty for a meeting.” My brother's voice made my jolting abs almost cut my finger at the cutting board.

I fidgeted like I had just been caught doing something. But really, what is the problem with that? I am an adult and if I pursue a man that isn't his best friend , then I see no problem with it and yet, I don't want him to know.

“Oh, the London people are like that.” I waved it off.

It is kind of true, my brother went to the fridge and grabbed himself a soda. He offered me one and placed it beside me on the counter. Our kitchen is made up of granite countertops as well as our island table that breaks the space up. I don't do the cooking on the island though, that was more for having a quick meal or breakfast and stuff. I use the counter between the sink and the fridge to do the preparation work for cooking.

“So, you are still kind of working, huh?” He leaned into the island directly behind me and asked.

“I am, don't worry, I am not slacking off but I don't have a gig anymore.” I warned him, he sucked his teeth at me.

“I already told you, I have enough to support us. You don't need a job, just do what you are doing. Pursue your dream, sis even if it is not a payable gig.” 

He knew I had taken work that I wasn't paid for before. I had told him during our weekly calls when I was still overseas.

“I will pay for it one day when I am a famous designer.” I teased him.