Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 227

Chapter 227: You Screw Everyone

Callan

“We speak, yes.” Brianna said. She looked sheepish, and it was pissing me off.

“Speak?” I chuckled sardonically.

“You fúck,” I spat out the truth of it. Just thinking about this guy's hands all over her body makes me see red with rage. I would love to break every bone in his hand like I did to her ex.

“You screw everyone.” She scoffed at me. I know it is true but this still fucking bothers me. I hate the damn thought of it, especially him. I know him, he works for me and we were friends.

“Brianna, you aren't seeing him again.” I warned her. She straightened her spine and studied my face.

“Are you going to stop seeing other people?” That question lingered between us.

That would insinuate that we were no longer seeing other people, I couldn't answer that.

“Exactly.” She huffed and shook her head. Her phone had stopped ringing but she grabbed it and tried to walk past me. I caught her and brought her against me.

“Brianna, I swear to fucking god, I do not have the self control to not kill this man if he keeps touching you.He should already be dead for the fact that he even has.” I took her chin for her to look at me and understand these words because I am not kidding.

I have been teetering on the edge for a while now and after last night, I don't think I can teeter without falling onto the wrong side. The murderous side.

“Don't start this with me, you can't even answer my questions when I ask you what all this means. Figure it out, Callan. Am I nothing like you keep telling everyone or am I something? Once you figure that out, then we can talk about not seeing other people but it won't be one sided, not this time.” She said calmly and clearly.

A lot about her has changed for the better, she can stand up for herself now and I huffed but continued to hold her against me.

“I don't even mean what I said.”

I hate that I even have to admit that.

“So, I mean something to you?” She blinked up at me with this hope in her eyes that I had to look away from.

“What the fuck do you want, Callan?” She asked me these things and I looked away like a coward. I can't even admit to what I want, her hands had come up to my chest when she asked me but fell away when I didn't reply.

“Do we have to talk every single little thing through?” I was frustrated and released her.

“What have we talked through? You don't answer any of my questions.” She gaped up at me.

She is so short, I looked down and tried to smooth out her hair but she shoved my hand away which made me grit my teeth.

“You don't see me asking you a million questions.” I didn't mean to sound so clipped but this shít makes me uncomfortable.

“So ask me.” She didn't hesitate to speak. I studied her for a second. What do I even want to ask her?

“What do you want, Brianna? How about we start with that.” I crossed my arms over my chest. She looked nervous now, yes, not so easy.

“I want you to stop screwing other girls, I want to mean something to you.” Her voice came out small. Something in my gut shifted uncomfortably. Do I want to fuck things up again or do I want to man up and say what I know I fucking want?

“I want you to stop screwing other people too.” That was the only way I could put it.

“Too? So you will do it? You will stop?” Her eyes widened with that same hope again. 

I tightened my jaw and looked this girl up and down. I know what I want, I want her in my life and it is stupid to keep sabotaging myself.

“Yes, I will be exclusive to you. I will stop screwing other people.” I mumbled.

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Brianna POV

I can't remember the last time I was this happy, I feel like we have finally had a breakthrough here. Callan agreed not to screw around with other girls. He wants me to do the same which I have always been okay with doing since the start. It was him who never stopped but this is different this time because he has agreed to stop. We are exclusively having sex, I was too afraid to push it beyond that so I didn't ask him to tell me that I mean something or to define this. For now, this is okay, I have him to myself and that is what I wanted.

I swore to myself that I would never go after this man again, but something about his confession the other night made me realize that I was looking at these circumstances through one lens. But there was a lot more to it, he ran from me because I hurt him when he wanted me and I didn't jump at saying yes. Sure, maybe, he was selfish for trying to make me choose between him and work but I don't think he is very versed on how to handle emotions or relationships or any of it. So, that was his way of doing things. It is all he knew how to do, so now that I am back and he is honest with me about how he really wanted me to say yes. Actually, he told me he needed me to say yes. Now that this is all out in the open, I can't just stay away from him. I want to try again.

I don't know how Bryce will feel about it but he seemed to have understood something about his best friend on the day of the blow out when Callan said all those things. It is like something clicked for my brother, so I hope he is more understanding this time around. One person I was really nervous to talk to was Roy Vortex. I have neglected him the past few weeks after my father beat me and I was hiding my injuries. But then, Callan confused me, and so I avoided poor Roy because I didn't know what to say to him. I don't want to hurt the guy's feelings because he was always really good to me. I do like Roy Vortex but I like Callan more. Roy had been a fun flirt and a breath of fresh air, but I have to be honest with him and tell him that things have changed. I was honest when I told him things were over between me and Callan but that answer changed, so I have to speak to him. I need him to know I can't continue whatever it even was that we were doing. Maybe he won't even care, who knows.

I had texted Roy, letting him know I wanted to speak to him. He agreed to meet up with me and I guess I just didn't want to speak in public about such a private matter, so I agreed to go to his apartment. I hope that doesn't give him the wrong idea but this oddly almost felt like a break up and for that reason, I didn't want to be in the middle of a restaurant or something. What does one wear to a break up? Something casual, non provocative. I hate how nervous I am but I hate hurting people's feelings. Maybe I am over thinking this like crazy and Roy will laugh it off, not caring in the slightest. I think it would be better if he does. At least, I won't have to feel awful if he does take it as nothing. When I got to his place, I knocked and clenched my inside in anticipation and when he opened the door, his eyes automatically darted all around me and I know it is because he hasn't seen me in weeks.

“How are you feeling?” That was the first question since in his mind, I had been in a car accident.

“Better, thanks.” I fidgeted with my fingers. He realized he hadn't stepped back yet and quickly moved the door open so I could come in.

When he picked up on my uncomfortable demeanor, he seemed to start getting uncomfortable too.

“I know it has to be something, Brianna because you have shut me out for weeks and now you suddenly need to talk. So just say it.” He surprised me with his forwardness.

He had at least led me to the sofa but I was barely seated on it before he just blurted that out. He wasn't even sitting close to me, he knows.

“Roy, first thing first, I wasn't trying to be hurtful when I shut you out, I was emotional about the accident and how beat up my face looked and my bruised body. That does reflect back on you at all.” I told him, I just wanted to clarify that. 

Roy was in casual wear, he was leaning into the back of the sofa with his shoulder not his back. So he could face me better, I looked down at my lap. Why is this so hard?

“I wanted to be honest with you about something.” I said quietly.

When I looked up, I paused at his expression. I can't read what that expression is but it gave me pause. Shaking his head, he swiped his hand down his face, speaking up before I could continue.

“It is Callan, isn't it?” He was surprisingly perceptive. I nodded yes and he chuckled sardonically.

“I asked you, Brianna, more than once I asked you about this exact thing.” He sounded mad now.