Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 179

Chapter 179: You Want Me To Go?

Brianna

“Sometimes I want to ask what the hell happened over there in London but other times, I really think I don't actually want to know. Whatever did go down, don't ever feel weird about coming to anything involving me and that crowd. You are my sister before anything else.” Bryce told me, yes, he is definitely tipsy. He doesn't talk like this.

“Thanks, Bryce but I just figured there isn't really a need for my presence there.” I chuckled, trying to end this.

I was uncomfortable with him even addressing this at all, he is tipsy so he is flapping his lips but tomorrow would be a different story after being thought about it with a clear head.

“Don't say it like that, there is always a need for your presence, kiddo.” He pinched at my chin to annoy me.

“You are drunk.” I decided to call him out.

“I am not,” he sucked his teeth.

“You only talk like this when you are drunk.” I arched my brow and he chuckled.

“I was just having a good time with you, kiddo. I wanted to keep the party going.” He explained, it made one feel guilty.

“So you want me to go?” I knew that is what he was saying but I figured I would make him really say it if he wasn't going to just drop this for me.

“Yes, I think it will be fun.” He started nudging me along and I sighed but looked at my brother. My happy brother.

I kept seeing ten year old Bryce and it tugged on my heart strings, I groaned and responded.

“Okay,” he grinned and rubbed his hands together.

“There we go, I am going to get drunk with my baby sister.” He announced to no one in the house and I laughed and shook my head.

When I didn't didn't see Jane, I texted her to see where she went.

'Bitch, I know you would go, I am at the house getting dressed.’ she called me out. Damn her for knowing me well.

'Bryce guilted me into it.’ I let her know that was the only reason why I agreed to this.

'I knew he would.’ she deadpanned.

'I know you wanted to go out anyway.’ It was my turn to call her out.

'Hell yes, you better wear a revenge dress, babes. I pulled one out for you, it is on the bench in your closet.’ She sent me a kissy face emoji.

Bitch, I shook my head in amusement. Oh, gosh….the revenge dress. That did not go in favor last time. The mention of it actually soured my stomach. I was thinking so much about Bryce that I didn't even let it sink in that I would be going to Callan's club and obviously seeing him there again. I can't watch that man make out with another woman and walk off with her. It hurt too much last time and I feel so pathetic for being affected when he clearly isn't. I guess I should really grow up and drop this. I can't whine forever about him, he has moved on and I know I should too. Well, how can I move on when I never even dated a girl to begin with? I was a passing attraction, fresh meant that he wanted to catch and once he fucked me enough, he disappeared. He didn't answer my texts or calls because he lost interest when I wouldn't come home and be his ready made sex doll. Damn him. Seriously, screw him, he told me some harsh truth the other day about how he feels about me. I can't dwell, I am going to the club and I am enjoying my brother's birthday.

When I looked down at the dress Jane had pulled out for me, I sighed. It was a revenge dress alright, I have actually never worn this before. It was a gift a designer gave me after we had done London fashion week and we received the goodie bags you get when working events like that. It was a beautiful dress, it was a deep v-plunge neck asymmetrical dress that is a cross of both black and gold fabric that looks like melted gold down my body and is a mini dress. So it shows a lot, it is sexy but also just really pretty with its fabric design. The swell of my breasts are prominent with this style dress and with the way the back hugs my body, my ass definitely looks flattering. Jane had good eyes, even without seeing my body in it, she somehow knew the design looked good with my body type. When I sent her a picture for her approval, she sent me heart eyes and replied.

‘Dripping gold babe, love this.’ Her response reminded me of our friends back in London.

We Facetimed them last time we went out, just for fun, I sent them the second revenge dress in our group chat. Since we do stay in touch with them, I told Jane to send an outfit revealing which she did too. The girls of course hyped us up but it was late over there, they were probably just getting home from a club as we were ready to head to one. Tonight, Jane was in this black con dress that flattered her shape. She looked good but she has the confidence to know it. She will tell me she looks hot all the time and I love her. I buckled my heels which were strappy simple heels, the same gold finish as half of the dress. Bryce came to lean in the doorway asking if I was ready.

“We were ordering a car right?” I didn't want him driving and he would never let me drive his precious car here in the city.

“Uh,” he said before giving me a guilty smile.

“What?” I huffed because I assume it is something that will make me huff. I knew my brother's expression.

“Callan was going to drive me.” He muttered and I laughed.

“How about you head over with him and I will meet you there?” I suggested, he pouted about it. Not a big scary mafia man now, is he?

“That is silly, I don't like you alone in the city, especially at night.” He reminded me.

“Why? More danger than usual?” I almost gave it away that I knew something but he looked me dead in the face and lied.

“No, it is just Port Harcourt city at night and you are dressed like this.” He always has to comment on my mature clothing.

I get it, he doesn't want to see the swells of his sister's breasts in a club dress but I am an adult now and I won't dress modestly just for his sake. I have been told enough how to dress  for a lifetime. I will call him out for lying but not tonight. Tonight is his night, I agreed it was fine that I would ride with them. I don't want to be immature about this, I just hate being in the same vicinity as that man, especially when he gave me freaking permission to be at his club tonight. I don't want to take him up on the offer at all. I wish I didn't but my brother's guilt tripped me into this.

“Shit, my wallet.” He patted his pants down and realized he was missing it.

He is definitely more than tipsy but he swears he wasn't. There was a knock at the door at the same time as him jogging off which left me to answer it. I obviously know who it was, so I just opened it without looking him directly in the face and started walking off.

“You are coming?” I heard his deep sexy voice and I whirled around quickly before Bryce showed up.

“Bryce really wanted me to or trust me I wouldn't be.” I let him know that fact. He nodded in understanding but I caught his eyes taking in the sight of me. 

From head to toe, Callan's eyes raked over my body. He was wearing his stone expression but sometimes you can see in his eyes what he was thinking. Last time, I saw nothing but the abyss of nothingness, no fire. But tonight, I am not sure what I am seeing.

'He hates you, brianna.' I had to remind myself. I looked away from him because I had to. Bryce came out at the same time anyway.

“Let's go.” He grinned.

The three of us walked out and I was sure to lock the door before heading down to the elevator. Being enclosed in a square box with the man you want to forget so badly is like a sick joke. I could smell his smoky cologne and see his outfit where his large body stood in front of me. All black, my favorite. Bryce was in a blue button down with the sleeve rolled up from before but he had combed his hair and definitely reapplied cologne for the club. We walked across the lobby and all our footsteps could be heard perfectly. The doorman opened the door so we didn't have to, I thanked him and followed the two tall walls of men I let stay in front of me.

When Callan got in the car, I entered the back seat. I texted Jane to make sure she had a safe way to the club. I would rather her not go alone but she said she would be linked with Sandra and the crew and I agreed. I would see her there. The two of them were talking up front but I wasn't paying attention. I kept feeling like Callan's eyes were on me even though he was the one driving. I thought I was overthinking it until my eyes caught his in the rearview mirror. I shot mine down right away, I don't want him looking at me and I don't want to look at him.

Please, give me the willpower for at least that.