Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 89

Chapter 89: I Can't Keep A Promise 

Brianna

“Yes, we get on well.” I replied to Elizabeth, fixing my dress and trying my best to sit as far away from Callan as possible.

“That is…odd.” She couldn't find a better word.

“I told her the same, Elizabeth. Apparently, Mrs. Alinco was both friendly and quite funny with Brianna here.” His deep voice spoke from beside me and I was forced in the middle.

Elizabeth didn't seem to know how to even respond to that, so she just pressed her lips and then shrugged it off. The rest of the ride was either somewhat quiet or filled with Elizabeth giving me orders about the upcoming week.

“I will return the gown and tux after I get it dry cleaned tomorrow.” I said to her as I was exiting the car once we were home. She nodded and gave us a half assed wave before pulling off.

Callan and I walked up the two flights of stairs quietly and I pulled the key from my clutch to unlock the door. It was a little later than I realized and by the quiet house, I assume Jane is either out or sleeping. She slept with me in my bed last night to give Callan her bed and I peeked into my room but it was empty. Callan walked into her room and backed off.

“She is asleep in there.” He muttered.

Why would she do that? She knows he needs a place to sleep.

“Let me change, I will sleep with her and you can take my room.” I offered, walking into my room without looking at him.

When I took off the dress and hung it up on a proper hanger, I left it neatly over the chair in the corner beside the window. I had pulled the drapes closed or else you can see into other apartments across the street. I am pretty sure my neighbors have seen me topless once or twice. I guess I got used to living in the sky when I moved to Port Harcourt. I put on my pink two piece satin lace cami and shorts pajama set. It comes with a short little matching robe which I figured I would need since Callan is in the house. I hadn't pulled it closed yet when there was a small knock at the door.

“Yes?” I asked, but instead of just talking through the door, he opened it.

He paused for a second and those bedroom eyes of his swept down the length of my body and my kind of sexy pajamas. It was not my fault, I was used to sleeping in things like these when I wasn't allowed sweatpants and I am also usually with women or family. So it didn't matter so much. With his gaze burning into my flesh, it mattered more right now. I pulled the robe closed and spoke.

“What?” He didn't say anything for a second before he cleared his throat and muttered.

“Am I meant to hang this suit up or bring it to you?” He was already half undressed.

“Yes, I will need to hang it.” I pulled the hanger I was keeping there for the suit. He handed over the jacket and bowtie and then started unbuttoning his shirt.

“What are you doing?” I gaped at him, his fingers paused midway qbs he looked at me.

“Giving you the shirt.” He pointed to the obvious.

“Not here, you can go change and then bring it.” I shook my head at him.

“It is not like you haven't seen me without a shirt, Brianna.” He practically rolled his eyes at me.

“Well, I don't want to see it again.” I waved for him to leave my room. He undid the last button of his shirt and let it hang open while he stood with a proud chest and just looked at me.

“No, you don't want to ever again?” He was taunting me.

“Two can play this game, Callan.” I pulled the string of my robe and let it fall open. His eyes flicked down and took in the sight of me.

When he licked his lips, my thighs clenched of their own accord. I need to put a stop to this because I could feel the air in my room thickening.

“Go, get out!” I whisper-yelled for the sake of his sister. Instead, he took a step forward.

I held the hanger out in front of me like I was trying to poke at an approaching lion, hoping to scare it away before it eats me.

“We didn't finish our earlier conversation.” He said, his voice was too gruff and his eyes burned a little too much. I started to close my robe again and he stopped my hand, standing at arms length away from me.

“I think that conversation did end.” I disagree with him, but my voice was becoming affected by his presence and proximity. He was still standing in front of me with an open shirt and his slate of abs right there for me to touch.

“You are mad at how I worded things.” He pointed out the obvious slap in the face he caused me when he called this some sexual tension. He threw it in my face that there was no relationship-type nature to our attraction at all.

“You only spoke the truth.” I moved my arm out of his but he wouldn't let me close the robe and he stepped closer.

“What should I have called it, Brianna?” His voice was low and gruffer that sand.

I was trying to slow my heart beat, so I could slow my breathing before he noticed.

“Nothing, it was nothing.” My voice came out more weakly than I wished. He licked his lips and took either side of my rope to pull me closer now.

“You called it the past, didn't you? Then tell me, who is in the present?” He was insinuating something.

“T.. that is none of your business.” I replied just because it didn't want to give him the satisfaction of telling him I had no one.

He yanked me against him with my own clothes as his leverage, I gasped and my hands naturally came up to his stomach to steady myself.

“It is always my fucking business.” His tone came out in a ramble, like a growl.

“We are not in Port Harcourt anymore, you don't own this city.” I reminded him.

He used to tell me that anything that was happening in Port Harcourt was his  business. Well, this is London and this city is mine. The way he was looking down at me, I could hardly breathe. He kept me against him and his skin was hot and I couldn't think.

“Callan,” that was the only warning I could manage to give him and when it didn't affect him, I pulled out my one and only weapon to try and stop this magnetic pull between us.

“Does Bryce know you are here?” He licked his lips but didn't release his hold from my robe.

“He does,” he replied plainly.

“And does he know you are doing this?” I tried my best to break this trance, this suction and this overwhelming need.

“He doesn't,” he replied in the same unaffected tone. It hasn't deterred him yet.

“Then what are you doing?” I asked, his sexy lip twitched and a small smirk played on his lips.

“I have come to learn that I can't keep promises.” He said, studying my face to see how I would react to that. I swallowed my nerves and tried to settle my heart.

When I just stayed looking at him, he leaned down so his lips were closer to my ear when he whispered.

“I have learned that I am better at keeping secrets.” The insinuation was clear.

“W..what are you saying?” I asked.

Instead of answering me in words, his large rough hand came to my throat and pulled my lips to crash into his. I was so taken by this moment that I forgot to bring literal air into my lungs. He wrapped his other hand around my waist to lift me up. He guided my legs to wrap around him as he carried us backwards toward my bed. My lips reacted before I could and I kissed him back hard. We were suddenly grabbing at each other. I pulled down his already unbuttoned shirt and he ripped my robe right off me. He only pulled his mouth off mine for a second to pull my cami right over my head and then his tongue was pushing back through my lips again in a desperate kiss. It is like a month's worth of pent up anger and confusion was now being poured into this one forbidden kiss. He placed me onto the mattress while crawling between my legs, helping push me up the bed from the end we were on. His hand felt around my shorts and he pulled them down as he could without stopping the kiss.

I pushed off the rest, starting to push down his trousers and he was still wearing the tux. I heard the buckle clink as he started to undo it with one hand in the sexiest way.