Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 50

Chapter 50: So Overwhelmed With Emotions

Brianna

Callan Harold is a hard man, a quiet man. Someone who appears to be in control at all times but also doesn't mind getting his hands dirty either. I saw him beating Ezekiel, I saw his rough knuckles that were more attractive than I should admit. He was in a suit all the time but beneath that layer is something else. Tattoos, bloody knuckles and a dangerous attitude.

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I was glad when Zaveri texted me to take the day off since the shop was mostly dead. After the emotional turmoil of yesterday, I was actually feeling tired and didn't mind the rest. I texted my brother letting him know I was at home today just so he would know what I was up to. Yesterday seems to have freaked him out, he said he didn't want any surprises like that ever again neither do I. Having a gun anywhere near me was this terrifying feeling I can barely explain. It was like the anticipation of the gun going off is the worst part. A torturous countdown to emanate death. I shivered just thinking about it.

I surprisingly don't feel worried about this any longer. Bryce and Callan handled it and I trust them. I feel the most at peace than I have in a long time. I shouldn't since harsh metal was shoved into my gut with the threat of killing me yesterday but weirdly, I am fine. My secrets are out, they can't be used against me anymore and I am not living this lie. When my brother called, I quickly answered to see why.

“Hey, kiddo. I am going to Begum tonight for work and I will be back by morning. I just wanted to let you know, if you need anything, Callan would be around. I asked him to keep an eye on you, alright?”

“Oh, umm.. that's fine. When are you leaving?” I asked.

“Right away.” He replied.

“Drive safe.” I said, I had hoped to ask him if we could do something in the city today since I haven't done much here ever since I arrived. But I guess that is out of the question for today.

Not even five minutes later, there was a knock at the front door. For some reason, it brought nerves into my hands. I don't want any unwanted visitors but when I opened the door, I was surprised to find Callan.

“Oh, hey. My brother already told me.” I muttered.

“Let's go,” that was all he said.

“Go where?” I asked, furrowed my brows.

“You have the day off, right?” He stepped into the house without my invitation. I opened the door wider to accommodate his large body.

“Yes, I am.” I replied tentatively, unsure where this was going.

“Then, let's go.” He said again.

“I am not dressed.” I looked down at my very casual wear.

“You will be doing some walking, dress accordingly.” He said and I gasped at him.

“Ummm, could you give me a better clue? Should I dress up or down?”

I wasn't sure if I should go with him at all. He hasn't said anything to me since the kiss and now I am just meant to walk out with him? I decided on a quick outfit, a black shirt dress and I kept my hair parted in a low ponytail and a matte liquid lipstick in the color pink which was a nice mixed shade that wasn't overly done in contrast to my skin. It was simple but I like the outfit a lot and Callan seemed so too, seeing his eyes trailed me over when I came out of my room.

“That was fast.” He said, his eyes settled on mine.

“Practice,” I smiled softly.

He took his bottom lip into his mouth and turned away from me, holding my front door open for me to walk out first.

Are you going to tell me where we were going?” I couldn't stand not asking him throughout this mostly quiet drive. His silence was deafening sometimes.

“You will see.” He muttered.

It was starting to make me nervous but in a good way. I was even more confused when he drove us into the city of Lekki. Now I really had no idea what he was up to and after the torturing waiting, he parked the car. I could see we were at the Lekki museum but he doesn't seem like the museum type of guy.

“Brace yourself.” He said which made me giggle.

“There was an exhibit here this month. It is called, Christian Dior, designer of dreams.” He muttered and my eyes went wide with surprise and excitement.

“Wait, what?” I was ready to jump out of his car.

He handed me a pamphlet that explained the whole thing so he didn't have to. An exhibition bringing to life Dior's many sources of inspiration, including a vast array of over two hundred haute couture garments as well as photographs, archival videos, sketch, vintage perfume accessories and works from the museum collection. Basically, this is my dream come true.

“Oh my goodness.” I gasped.

He tipped his head for us to get out of the car and I was so ready for this. I was bouncing with excitement.

Entering the place was like entering a fantasy land. High ceilings and twinkling lit walls with glass encased gowns made by the hand of Monsieur Christian Dior himself and the decades of design that evolved over time. Lit archways and futuristic displays made this exhibit look other worldly. They used lit projections of clouded sky's and hanging white beautiful flowers in each new section of hundreds of clothing designs. They showcased pictures with other people I have never seen before. It was everything I could have wanted it to be, he let me marvel at it all and gushed to him about how beautiful everything was.

The clothing was to die for, exquisite. Dress made up solely of flowers, an inspiration. Heels made up of pearls to look like art. Couture, high fashion and fabrics to only dream of in these lavish works. I don't know how long I was immersed in this world but I was entrapped in bliss.

“Callan, this is the best thing I have ever seen. I don't even know how to thank you.” I finally turned to him, he appeared to have already been looking at me.

“I figured you would like it.” He shrugged it off.

“Like it? I am in love with it. I am so overwhelmed with emotions.” I chuckled to myself.

I couldn't help it, I went on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck to hug him tightly. He hesitated for a moment but I felt his strong arms wrap around me. I felt good here, his masculine scent filled my nose and his warmth captured me. When his hands slid down to my waist, I went down on my feet again. I looked up at him for where my hands now moved to his taut chest. He was in his usual suit, and he could fit right in with this exquisite masterpiece of fine clothes.

The air between us thickened with each passing second of our touching each other. Looking into each other's eyes, my heart quickened at the sight of this serious man.