Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 60

Chapter 60: I Get Laid A Lot

Callan

I was in a shitty fucking mood today, my men have been steering clear of me in hopes of avoiding my lashing out. I ended up just locking myself in my office at The Emerald Lounge to get a moment of silence. I planted my hand on my desk to shut my eyes for a second, I can even pinpoint what the hell I am even upset with. I guess I knew what it was but I haven't admitted that to myself yet and it only pissed me off even more.

My thoughts were cut short when there was a knock at my office door. This place isn't open yet, so I know it can only be one of the three people.

“Yes?” I called for them to open the door.

It was my cousin, Angelo and by the way he poked his head in the doorway, I assumed he had already heard about my mood.

“Hey, man. Are you busy?” He asked, I was just standing there, holding my desk so he wasn't sure what he was actually seeing.

“I am just taking a moment.” I said, straightening my jacket before taking my place behind the desk again.

“Yes, I heard about that. That is why I came up, what's up? Did things go hard with the Velvet Vipers?” He looked for a logical explanation but my explanation isn't logical.

“No,” I muttered.

“Then?” He tipped his head at me, my nostrils flared which made him take a tentative seat across the deal from me.

“I am just in a shitty mood, no reason.” I looked away from him to pull my laptop up.

“You act like we didn't grow up together. I know you.” He chuckled which only irked me more.

“Do you come here for a reason or just to gossip?” I ended his bullshit conversation.

“Umm, I came to ask you why everyone is hiding from you. Someone has to talk some sense into you.” He leaned back with a stupid smirk.

“And that person is you? Get out of my office.” I waved him away.

Angelo is my number two, but he is also my cousin who can piss me off jus like anyone else.

“Bryce said you snapped at him, now he is in a bad mood too. I came to stop whatever the hell is going on.” He didn't budge.

“There is nothing going on, Bryce wouldn't stop pressing me just like you are doing right now and I told him to fúck off. If his feelings are hurt, that is his problem.”

“If it is not business then it is personal. Do you have a personal life? All you do is fuck and work.” He chuckled.

I wanted to throw this stapler at his head and when I eyed it, he removed it from my grasp like he knew what I was already thinking of doing with it.

“Oh, you haven't gotten laid, your pipes are backed up.” He nodded like he understood something now. I sucked my teeth at him.

“I have no problem getting laid, I am not you.” I messed with him.

I get laid a lot, the problem is I can't seem to douse this fire that Brianna Fletcher has set inside me. I can fúck whoever I want but I can't fúck her and it is getting to me. I know it is just a bullshit power play thing, it is not like I care that she told me she was cutting me out of her life because we can't fúck around. I barely know the girl, I have spent a handful of times with her. Sure, I guess I know a lot about her now since I let her talk my ear off the night I took her out and for the fact that I was present when she told her brother her past.

I don't care if she had a horrible past, it doesn't get under my skin and makes me want to kill her father the way I already killed her ex-boyfriend. I don't think of her when I jerk off, I don't even remember what her mouth tasted like when it was against mine. It just pissed me off, the way she went about cutting me off. Who is she to do all that? People don't tell me what to do, I tell them what to do. But when I told her I wasn't cutting her out of my life, she didn't care. She cut me off, it is fucking bullshit and she is sticking to it too.

It has been one week of utter silence from her, I haven't run into her anywhere around the building or when I go to Bryce's place. Almost like she is fucking listening out for me and hiding when I come. That pissed me off.

“Hello?” Angelo's voice cut in like a knife.

“What!” I snapped.

“Where the hell did you go? You zoned out.” He looked perplexed at me.

I am sharp minded, I don't really zone out as he called it unless I am working up a business plan of some kind and that is not the same thing.

“I am thinking about work, what else would it be?” I asked, he shrugged.

“Well, if you aren't going to tell me why you are in a shitty mood, then I guess I have nothing else to do here.” He stood up, saluting me before walking out.

Good, I need the silent, I need to settle my aggravation because it is for a stupid reason. Bryce told me this past weekend Brianna was out and I just know Zaveri has something to do with it. It is very clearly obvious that he wants her. I don't know how Bryce doesn't fucking see that. He had never let me touch her but what? Is Zaveri any better?

The thing is that I have no access to her which means I don't know what is going on. I am a control freak, that type of shit irked me beyond belief. I want to be in absolute control of my every situation, I don't like not having access to something because I have access to everything. All the time, I really do. I know people in high places, I could hack her phone if I really wanted to. I could send a guy to watch her every move, I can look up her credit score or her fucking first grade teacher but I don't want to do that. That would be crazy, it is not about her. It is about the lack of control, hacking her phone is too much but looking at her social media..

I called David to come to my office but I didn't tell him why. He came in like a dog with its tail between its legs, thinking I was going to yell at him for something. On the contrary, indeed him.

“You have social media account, right?” I asked, his face dropped like I just stunned him or something.

“Umm.. yes?” It sounds like a damn question.

“Give it to me.” I ordered.

“Give you what?” He looked confused.

My nostrils flared which had him pulling out his phone without even understanding the order yet.

“If you breathe a word of this, even in your sleep, I will fúcking kill you. Got it?”