Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Take Me To Her 

Callan 

I bumped my glass and almost knocked it sideways, good thing, I caught it. I wanted every drop, I tipped the glass with my head back to have the remains of my drink but it was already empty.

“More,” I snapped my fingers at the man behind the bar. I didn't go to any of my bar this time because nobody knows how to mind their fucking business. I shouldn't be out in a place I don't know well when a gang and Blank Knight mafia want my head on a platter. But I just don't give a fuck right now, I needed to have a drink I needed a breather.

I knew I shouldn't have gone there, but I did anyway. And I sat across from her in the dining room of her apartment and she wouldn't even look at me. She wouldn't let me see those eyes, of course, she wouldn't, I told her not to. Don't talk to me, or look at me or come near me, that was what I said. So why did it fucking bother me that she wouldn't fucking look at me. I didn't like a detective is wandering around here looking for that piece of shit trash I already took to the dump. It was war time here in Port Harcourt and I don't need the heat on me right now, I can't add anything else into the mix. Why did I follow her into the kitchen? I should have stayed at the table with Bryce. I knew that but I went anyway. This fucking girl, this is why I hate her. I behave stupid when she is involved, I get ridiculous and I have done things I wouldn't want to admit even on my deathbed. I would rather admit commuting murder than telling a single soul that I stalk this fucking girls social media. Stalked her life overseas because I always need to know. I always need to know everything about her.

Where is Brianna Fletcher? Who is she with and when she is coming back? What did she achieve today? Who the fuck is that asshole touching her and what did she eat for goddamn lunch. Why do I need to know? I don't need to know but I do. I am a pathetic fucking idiot, completely out of my mind in the worst way possible, not crazy murderous, not crazy mentally unwell if I care to even know anything about this girl. To want to be near this fucking girl, I am unwell but I said no more and I shut it off. I left it behind.

'Then, why did you follow her to the kitchen, Callan? Why did you try grabbing her when she tried to leave? Why are you drinking right now?’ I snorted at myself. Shut the fuck up. I don't want to answer any of it, I want to drink. I knocked on the bar-top one more time.

“Fill me up,” I told him.

“It almost cut off time.” The bartender warned me, is it because I was leaning on the bar?

“You cut me off when I say you can, give me a fucking drink.” I ordered him, how brows furrowed but he didn't say anything. I hope he does, I would love to punch something. 

I rubbed my eyes, they were blurry and I have been here for the past an hour. How is it closing time? Oh, later than I thought but I had to squint one eye to even see the time on my phone. It got into focus finally enough for me to comprehend it, I should call her. The man slid me my drink and I downed its contents and then I pulled my phone and started scrolling. Fucking hell, I can't see shit, I moved my head further, closer, one eye then two. Where is Brianna's number? I want to talk to her. I leaned further on the counter and snapped my fingers at the bartender who I know hates me right now but I don't care.

“Find me Brianna. Brianna Fletcher, find her number.” I handed him my phone, he looked at me with a blank expression but when I never looked away, he complied.

“There is no Brianna on your phone, man.” He let me know.

Huh? You deleted her number on your phone, Callan. Damnit. When my phone buzzed, I stupidly grabbed it like somehow it would be her. But it wasn't her, it was Hannah, though I couldn't even read her message. I am drunker than I think I have ever been, I can't see straight. I called her instead.

“Hey handsome,” I heard her voice.

“Come get me.” I ordered her 

“From where?” She asked, my mind went blank. Where the fúck am I?

“Umm, talk to the guy.” I said, snapping at the bartender and giving him my phone.

When the guy looked like he was about to flip out on me, I dropped a little cash on the bar-top.

“Let's go,” I waved for him to pick up the phone. He suddenly agreed so easily, money talks. Fine, take it, just take it. I shoved the money off the bar to his side of it.

When I grabbed the phone back, Hannah was telling me she was on her way. Maybe she had Brianna's phone number. I don't know how much time passed, I just felt people lifting me and bringing me outside.

“Hannah?” I wasn't even sure if it was her.

“Yes, it is me, Callan. Why the hell are you this drunk?” She asked. I was in her front seat, she was in the car now.

“Drive me to Brianna.” I told her.

“Who?” I shook my head at her.

“You know,” I sucked my teeth.

“Callan, you are not making sense, you called me Hannah.” She reminded me, I was aware. Stupid.

“Yes, and I said take me to Brianna.” I waved for her to start driving or maybe she is already. I felt like I was moving, so I hope she is driving.

“Who the hell is Brianna?” She snapped, jealous girl.

“Bryce's baby sister, Brianna. She eautiful, about this tall and she has beautiful eyes too, fucking hates my guts, ring a bell?” I asked her.

“You are so drunk?” She scoffed at me.

I can't remember what happened after that but then I remembered being in an apartment. I remembered someone with dark hair laying me down, dark hair?

“Brianna?” I reached for her, I felt a woman's body and tugged her onto me. When I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck, I frowned.

“You don smell like Brianna.” I moved her off me.

“Because, I am not! Calllan, it is fucking Hannah!” she was very mad, I groaned at her. Why is she here? I didn't want her.

I felt a hand on my arm, her hands were always soft. Her lips are perfect, I smiled thinking about it. Pretty face, pretty eyes, pretty lips, pretty smile. Silly berets, nice outfit, sexy body, twinkle in her eyes for anything fashion. I frowned, thinking of the last time I truly saw her face for more than a glimpse. She was sad, she teared up and it was my fault. I told her I hate her.

“Hannah, can you please tell her….tell her I don't, it is not true.” I grabbed the girl.

“I don't know what you are talking about.” Her voice sounded muffled in the background.

I felt dizzy as fúck, I quickly got up and rushed to her bathroom. I haven't puked in, I don't know how long but I puked everything up that was in my stomach, which wasn't much. I drank liquor for dinner. Cold tile floor, wet cloth on my head and a hand holding it. A hand touching my hair, I nuzzled into it.

“Why don't you like me that way?” I heard the voice whisper to me. Brianna thinks I don't like her?

“I do like you.” I tried opening my eyes but fuck, I couldn't.

‘Like me the way I like you.” she told me, I shook my head.

“I do, I do like you, Brianna.” She went quiet for a long time and it made me stir.

“It is not Brianna, Callan. It is Hannah.” And now, her voice sounded hurt. Fuck, I am just an idiot.

“I am a prick, sorry.” I patted her leg, time to stand up.

“Don't, you will fall over.” She said.

She moved with me and eventually I ended up on a bed. It smells like a woman's bedsheets. Am I in London again? I want her, I can't open my eyes.

“Come here, baby.” I reached for her.

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I don't think I have ever had a headache this bad. I could barely move without wincing in pain, I felt nauseous. Fuck, my mouth was so dry that it drove me to actually open my eyes to get up. I need water.