Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 158

Chapter 158: Fan-girl 

Brianna

“I better have all custom made suits and casual wear, I will be a walking Fletcher billboard.” My brother grinned, it made me smile just thinking about it even though I knew he was kidding.

“Speaking of which, your birthday is coming up. You are an old bastard.” I waved the knife around as I spoke.

“Are you going to do anything?” I asked when he didn't respond to what I said. I realized it was because he was looking at his phone.

“Uh, probably just go out and drink with friends. I am too old to make a big deal out of it.” He chuckled.

“Yes, but it is the first birthday we were celebrating together in a while. I think we should do something.” I disagree with him.

It is true even last year both our birthdays had just passed before I moved to Port Harcourt, so we hadn't celebrated beyond the money he ended up giving me as a gift. So did Callan, I remember that shocking me. Don't think about him.

“The two of us can do dinner or something, I am not making a party out of it.” He replied and I shrugged.

Dinner is fine with me, I would probably make him a cake too and surprise him with it.

I have been in the kitchen since I was ten years old, helping my mother cook for my father before he came back home and criticized everything. We would bake too, so I know how to make a good cake. My father never let me put frosting on it, he liked plain cake. But here, I can put however much frosting I want and I know my brother likes frosting as much as I do. After my brother left the kitchen, my mind stupidly wandered to the man upstairs. Knowing he is close really bothers me more than it should. When I was in London, it was easier but I didn't think after seven months that it would become this hard again. My mind went back to last year when I newly moved to the city of Port Harcourt. My brother mentioned my birthday and gave me money to buy a bag of my own since I had rented a bag with me. His alluring best friend had barely said a word to me at dinner but at the end when Bryce was using the restroom, I remembered Callan standing up and pulling a wad of cash out. I was surprised that he carried so much cash on him but was even more shocked when he dropped a stack in front of me. At the time, I didn't know Callan like looking at my little outfits, I remember showing off my purchase after I had gotten home from work and the two men were on the couch.

We were still living in his penthouse at the time, so he was unavoidable even if he did make my heart stop sometimes. He watched me show my brother everything and I wondered if he liked it. All he has ever cared about was sex and physical attraction with me. So, I can at least say I believe it when he said he liked seeing my outfits. He had no problem not seeing me though, seven months he has been not seeing me just fine. Gosh, I hate this burning feeling in my gut, I need to learn to shut it off. I thought I already had but I was wrong, I need to do better. Callan Harold is dead to me. 

*****

I could see Andrew waiting for me on the sidewalk, he looked handsome in his black suit with white pinstripe button down and patterned tie. He knows how to mix patterns without it being tacky or overwhelming. I guess being around fashion genuine can rub off on a person. He textured curls were short up top but the sides were lined up as his beard was.

“Is this coffee for me?” I smiled when I saw him holding two in his hands. He gave me his white toothed grin.

“No, I brought it for Bruno.” He joked about a man who worked on Dontella's staff. I snorted and shook my hwae at him while he was simultaneously handing me the coffee.

“How are you? I haven't seen you since the flight.” He said.

We were lingering on the sidewalk because nobody else had arrived yet for this casual meeting.

“I am good, I am happy to see my brother and stuff.” I took a sip of my drink and paused when I noticed him staring so hard.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing, just wondering if you are going to tell me you have seen anyone else.” He was practically hitting at something.

“Jane,” I added, his low chuckle made me curious about what he is feeling right now.

“Callan?” He asked.

“Oh, I saw him in a room. We didn't speak.” I replied.

“Andrew, why are you always bringing him up?” I had to ask.

“You just always leave me curious because you aren't forthright on the topic of the man and I don't know, I guess I was wondering if we were still doing what we had been doing.” He clarified.

“Sex?” 

I wanted to be sure, he seemed a little surprised at how forward I just was but it slipped off my lips.

“Yes,” he deadpanned after that.

Did I still want to hook up with him now that I am here in Port Harcourt? Why shouldn't I? I guess I just haven't been in the mood these past weeks I have been here. I never called him up for any of that.

“We never really planned this out, it was casual as the opportunity arose. I don't want to confuse you into it being anything more than that, I want to be transparent with you. I have been given mixed signals and it sucks.” I snorted at the end of what I just said.

“Right, I know that and I am cool with it. You are just sexy and I want to put my hands on you right now.” He lowered his voice and took a step closer so he would tell me that.

My cheeks felt a little warm at his words, but no raptures ever consumed me. I opened my mouth to respond but at the same time the other members of the team arrived. We said hello and went into the cafe to talk about some things about the upcoming events.

“Brianna, you will need to come with a fitting but other than that you are only expected to show up at the event this weekend. Very easy, you just walk around with Dontalla. No pressure.” The woman assured me.

I am not even sure what part of the team she is on, I just know I have different people talking to me all the time. Maybe she is like an events planner, I don't know. Again, their accent stands out more to me now that I am in Port Harcourt. I had always been the one with the accent when I was over there, now it has flipped around.

“The dress is red with a lot of ruffles, Donatella wants it that way. She has got a version already.” She warned me.

I know how it worked by now, we have worked together enough for me to get a feel for her when we did the campaign together and again, with the pictures in more recent months. After a little more shop talk, the team was through with me and apologized to themselves. Answer and I stayed behind and switched to the counter seating to give up the large table we were at when everyone was here.

“Red riffles, huh?” It was his first comment and it made me laugh.

“Anything Donatella Versace wants, is already a masterpiece in my eyes.” He rolled his eyes at me.

“You fan-girl,” he teased, I scoffed.

“I only fan-girl in private.” I corrected him.

“Oh, in private? If we were in private then am I allowed to do this?” His voice lowered something more insinuating and he leaned closer to me. He ran his fingers up my arm to pull some hair behind my ear. I know he wants to kiss me, I just don't know how I feel about it anymore.

Damnit, this is Callan getting in my head even when he isn't trying to. I can't do this to myself, I have a handsome and successful man right in front of me and I am forfeiting it for what reason? Callan has plenty of women, so why can't I do the same? I leaned the rest of the way into the kiss he was trying to give me. It wasn't anything crazy, just a simple kiss.

“I would like to do more than that but maybe not here?” He looked around, hand still behind my chair at my back.