Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 243

Chapter 243: Do You Love Me?

Brianna

I texted Jane asking if she was with her brother, she told me he has to be home by now. Good, I marched out of my apartment in my sunshine outfit and marched to the penthouse elevator. I did the quick call up which is the button where you alert you are coming up to the person who isn't expecting you upstairs. Then I dialed the code and waited, by the time the familiar ping sounded, Callan was already coming into the foyer looking ready to punch someone out. I walked straight in.

“Do you love me?” I blurted and he did a double take.

“What the fuck kind of question is that? You don't burst into someone's house asking if they lo.. feel like that.” He looked perplexed but he couldn't say love.

“Answer me.” I demanded. 

“No,” he muttered.

“No, you don't love me or no you won't answer me?” I asked just as quickly as he answered. We have wasted enough time.

He gritted his teeth, clenching and unclenching his jaw. He put no effort into his appearance but still he looks good. Black sweatpants and a black t-shirt, bare feet. He didn't do his hair and I didn't smell any cologne. He had just been at lunch but you would never know.

“Brianna, what the fuck is this?” 

When I approached, he only got more stiff and defensive.

“Callan, did you tell Hannah that you love me?” I tried to remind him of the source of this.

“I was drunk.” He said which means he knows he said it but he is denying it by saying he was drunk. I looked at him for a minute, hoping he would answer me. That he would admit that to be true.

When he didn't, I turned away. I didn't know where I was about to go but I didn't want to show him any disappointment.

“Brianna,” he said quickly to stop me and when I turned back, he rolled his jaw a few times. He is so bothered by this.

“I don't know how to do this, Brianna.” 

He swiped a hand down his face and he looked conflicted and I don't know what else. One of his hands looked really bruised but I won't ask. I was focused on the conflicted expression.

“Brianna, I am so fúcking sorry. I..I know I am a terrible person, I know I don't deserve you but Brianna, I want…I want you. To be with you, so tell me what I have to do to make that happen and I will do it.” He surprised me by showing me this raw side of him.

His voice was different, his eyes were different and deeper. I walked closer to him, his jaw stayed tight but his eyes followed me. I stopped right in front of him and placed my hand on his chest. The muscles jumped under my touch. 

“I did a stupid thing, something I truly only wanted to share with you and I know you won't just get over that. I know but, if you don't tell me to fuck off, I can spend the time trying to prove that it is special. We can work up to that, I just need the chance to try this thing with you, Brianna. I can fix this, I want to fix this, please.” His plea lingered between us.

He has never said so many words to me that hold that much weight to them. He is sorry, he wants to be with me and he told me to tell him what  I need from him in order for this to work. He acknowledges his stupid mistake, he is restating this special bond I thought we had that has been broken and he is offering, no, pleading that I let him fix it. All of it. He is asking for a chance. My heart has never beat faster than it is right now. I think Callan might be thinking the same because I can feel his breathing. I was so nervous, he looked nervous too. This could all backfire for me but I have waited too long. We have tried to push each other for too long. I went up on my toes to bring our faces closer and when my nose brushed his. His eyes momentarily shut.

“I just need you to say yes.” I whispered to him, hoping to help him through it. His hands were hot on my waist, he was pulling me closer. With his lips feathering just above, he whispered.

“Yes,” he said before crashing his lips into mine.

It was a devastating kiss, it was an apology, an admittance and a question all in one. It was desperate, longing and wanting. Callan kissed me like he needed my air, he pulled me against him and wouldn't let me go. Not even an inch.

“I need you to say it, Brianna. I need you to say yes.” He pulled his lips less than an inch apart from mine. His voice was husky but needy in a way he has never let himself be before.

“Yes,” I didn't hesitate.

“Say it again.” His large inked hands caressed my side and kept me close.

“Yes, Callan, yes.” He grabbed my face and kissed me before pulling away again to speak in my ear. This way, I couldn't see his face.

“Do you?” He asked without explanation. His touch was distracting as he was sure to touch every inch of me his reach could manage. He was hot against me. 

“Do I what?” I was so lost to his proximity, his natural scent and his confession. 

“You asked me if Io.., do you?” 

He couldn't say it, he was asking me if I love him.

“I do,” I didn't even have to think about it. He grabbed me with purpose and kissed me.

He deepened our kiss to this sensual intimate and most passionate kiss I have ever experienced. He was saying more than his words could, his hands were grabbing and kneading every part of me. With his cares, he grazed over me as though he were trying to memorize me all over again.

“Yes,” he said quietly when he pulled away. I didn't ask him a question so I was confused.

He moved my hair out of my face and looked at me. I was startled by what I saw in those piercing eyes. It was deep, intense and it was the kind of abyss I wanted to sink into. His thumbs rubbed my cheek and again, whispered.

“Yes,” 

It finally hit me, he is telling me he loves me and he can't say the words. It is too new for someone like him but he has found his own way to say it.The swell in my chest was a strong one, I felt like I was panting without moving. He kissed me fervorously, he took my mouth and made it his. He cupped my face, my side and my ass. He rubbed my hair and caressed me with his tongue. When he finally scooped me up, I had no choice but to wrap myself around him.

Callan Harold, big scared mafia and the king of PH city, the alluring man who entered my life and shattered it just to rearrange it again.

“Sweetheart, I need to know. I need to hear you say it, are we doing this?” He asked me. 

Wow, I have never seen Callan look more vulnerable in my life. I smiled and nodded and when I did, I was granted a smile he quickly covered by pulling my head down against his shoulder.

“Yes, Callan Harold, we are.” I said his name against his neck when I placed a kiss there. He was walking me to be seated somewhere.

He wanted me against him and I heard a rumble of satisfaction in his chest.

“Gorgeous Brianna Fletcher.” He mimicked my calling his name, though he turned it around to call me his flower.

“Wrong way.” He muttered, I kissed his neck again. He stretched it enough for me to reach more of his soft flesh.

“Fletcher Brianna Harold.” He teased me. My inside fluttered like a rapture from my swelling chest to my low heated stomach.

The rapture I have been looking for a long time now. Brianna Harold, can you imagine? Reality set in for me and I finally had him the way I wanted. I got everything I wanted.

“I love you, Callan.” I had to tell him again. 

Really tell him this time in words. Of course, my lips were still on his neck. Wrapping his arms around me, he nuzzled his face against mine and whispered.

“Yes,” 

So for once in Brianna Fletcher's life, she was completely and totally happy. No settlement, no losses in compromise. Brianna wasn't afraid of her abusers anymore. She got the dream job, she got the guy. Superior Brianna Fletcher, talented superior Brianna Fletcher. Beautiful Talented superior Brianna Fletcher. 

I won't look back anymore.