Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 199

Chapter 199: Yes, We Are Good 

Brianna 

“We are good, right?” Roy wanted to be sure I wasn't angry with him.

“If you honestly didn't brag and try to embarrass me then yes, we are good.” He seemed relieved and leaned over the console. I knew what he wanted to do and I let him.

He leaned over and kissed my lips. I didn't expect him to act like this after I had sex with him. I kind of figured he would get it out of his system and I wouldn't hear from him again.

“Thank you for the ride.” I smiled sheepishly and his face had still been lingering closer to me than he needed to. He bit his lips and checked me out one last time.

“One more,” his deep voice whispered to me and I almost didn't understand what he meant until he leaned forward enough to close the gap between us again. His hand came and cupped my face and the kiss was slow and sensual before he released me with a smirk on his face.

“Bye, beautiful.” He let me go and it left a flutter in my gut but I got out and tentatively walked up to this seemingly random house to knock.

I know people do photoshoots in random places at times so I didn't know what to expect but I guess I wasn't all that surprised either. When a woman I am familiar with as part of Dontella's team answered the door, I knew I was for sure in the right place.

“Brianna, just in time. We need you in hair and makeup. You will find the outfit already hanging for you.” She ushered me inside, I thanked her and went for hair and makeup. I have done this before with her so I know the drill.

The Prada outfit was interesting and it was paired with some clash unlimited Cartier rings. Another brand she is often associated with which means I also have been exposed to the brand by proxy. Rich people pay copious amounts of money to look rich, to have exclusive wear that the general public could never get their hands on. Being a part of the general public makes me feel like an imposter when wearing something this expensive. Financially, I am just not in that place even though I am privileged to have generous people buy me products that are expensive this way as gifts.

Dontella was of course in her signature look and her fingerless gloves with dark sunglasses. She does lift those up to her forehead whenever she brings her eyes to the camera. When I asked her why she wears those both indoors and outdoors and she would respond.

“I don't like people being able to read my facial expressions. I blocked my eyes to keep a barrier between me and my thoughts expressed through the eyes. I don't owe the public my personal thoughts.” I found that to be very true and interesting.

When I began to reach the public eye will I feel similar? I am certainly not used to being the center of attention. I have actually spent a good majority of my life trying not to be, I always wanted to fly below my father's radar so he wouldn't bother me while in one of his moods or as not to set him off. I started doing the same when Ezekiel began to become particularly nasty with me over time. The thing is, it isn't me I want to even be the center of attention. I want to make clothes, style clothes and be involved in the fashion industry. I want my work to be noticed, not me.

“My fashionist, Thursday evening will be the event for Prada. Come to my home and we will make a masterpiece of you.” She told me.  We sat down for a drink, she of course being a diet coke. Her favorite and almost only drink of choice.

“Ah,” she said, making me look up from the table we sat at inside the yard of the photoshoot.

I don't know whose home this is or if it is even owned by a resident instead of some production company but she sat at leisure.

“The Vogue print they did for us last month, I have received copies of the print they have put out in London. Get it from my assistant, you answered your question well.” She told me in her accent. She can speak rather fast at times and I gasped in excitement.

“How did I forget to ask about that? I can't believe it is gone in print.” I clasped my hands together.

“It all blends and files by so quickly. Don't let it pass you without enjoying it. This is your first magazine cover but maybe not your last.” She told me.

The thought both thrills me and brings nerves into my stomach. The spotlight is closer than I thought.

*******

I was pleased to receive a text message from David, showing me a picture of how the suit ended up fitting. He looked great and I told him so, I bet he blushed about it. He doesn't mean to but he usually does, I had a busy photoshoot and the Parda event I had gone to. Since it was now the weekend, I decided some lounging was in order and I did something I love doing. I plopped on the sofa and turned on my favorite show. It was the episode where the girl cheated on her partner and something about their semi-toxic relationship between them reminded me of Callan and I. They seemed to be magnet to one another even if it isn't always in a good way. They just always come back to one another no matter what relationship either of them are in or what events originally broke them apart. After years of back and forth and a lot of turmoil and heartbreak, she did get her happy ending with that man. 

But, is that even realistic for someone like me? Probably not seeing as he at least got into a relationship with her. I hadn't even been as successful before he walked out on me, now Callan is preventing a mafia princess wedding and sleeping with the same girl. And I guess I am now sort of sleeping with that girl's cousin. I thought back to the last Prada events and how I ran into Andrew who was doing Dontella public relations. He tried to flirt and I still find him extremely handsome but I just don't feel the spark that I need to. I think he read the vibe off me because although he was originally happy to see me, he eventually went into full work mode and left me mostly alone. I didn't mean to be this way but I am clearly a little messed up in the head.

Instead of wanting the successful and decent man, I want the trouble of a mafia. Two of them now.  With Callan, I have to let that go but with Roy? What will happen now? He texted me throughout the week, so he didn't just fúck me and dump me which I honestly anticipated. I doubt I want a relationship nor do I think I am even ready for one. Still, maybe I will get into a steady hookup situation with him the way Callan had with Hannah. When I got a package called up to the apartment, I got so excited because I knew exactly what it was. My rent-a-bag I had selected this week. The purse cost a lot and I love the brand but this is why I can't buy many things from there. The price ran so steep, still I thought the bag was adorable and had already pulled an outfit to go with it. Now I had an excuse to leave the house just so I could wear it. I kept the box I would ship it back in and pulled the purse and I instantly liked it. I always rub my bag like it is my child I adore. I thought about where I can go to justify wearing an outfit and showing off the bag today. Jane is away for a weekend with friends, so I don't exactly have any other friends here to hang out with.

I guess the tattoo shop crew are my friends but I am terrible at keeping up with them. I seem to have a detached style personality when it comes to keeping friends. Jane has been the exception but I always lost track of friends over time. In London, I had a good group of girlfriends but that was a temporary arrangement. Although we do still text the girls and facetime once in a while. I guess I don't need to meet up with anyone in particular, I could just go out by myself. I am supposed to let those bodyguards know when I plan to leave the house, that is under my brother's order. I won't protest it either because clearly these are truly dangerous times and I would be stupid to refuse the protection.

It does feel extremely odd to be followed but what can you do?