Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Two Can Play The Game

Brianna

“Okay, so I met a woman at an event I had attended for work. She was just randomly there suddenly and we got on so well and then I found out she was the wife of the designer whose party we were at in the first place.” I sucked in a breath.

“And she isn't usually friendly, I guess or at least that's what is what Elizabeth said. But guess what!” 

“What?” He humored me.

“She works for Vogue here, Bryce and she called Elizabeth and asked about me. I am going to intern for Vogue!” I couldn't help shouting the last part.

“Wow, really?” He actually did sound surprised too.

“Yes, I still have to work for Elizabeth because obviously my contract here is with her. But I am also going to work for vogue and I am freaking out in the best way possible. All my dreams are coming true, Bryce. I don't even know what to do about it.” I chuckled at the last part.

“You go and live it, Brianna. You deserve it, congratulations and I am really proud of you.” He said and it brought silly tears to my eyes.

“I don't know all the details yet, but when I do you better expect a call because I only have you and Jane to gush too. So, you have to listen.” I teased him, and he laughed.

“Yes, alright. I will be expecting your call. Listen, don't burn yourself out working two jobs though, alright. Take care of yourself over there.” He got into brother mode.

“I am fine, this is going to be great.” I assured him.

After that we ended up calling, I was walking up to the apartment and going to spill the good news all over again to my best friend. Jane and I haven't been friends for very long but we have this crazy kinship that was instant. She and I know pretty much everything about each other, because we were honest with one another about everything. She knows about my parents and my sketchy past and I know some of her secrets. Since living together, we picked up on one another's mannerisms, we can read each other well already. So, as soon as I walked into the house, she saw the twinkle in my eyes and she grabbed my arm and plopped us on the brick-colored sofa, asking.

“What is it?” She asked and it made me laugh and then I told her everything in a blurting mess like I had with my brother.

She literally screamed which made me flinch back but I appreciated the enthusiasm. She practically tackled me on the sofa to congratulate me.

“We must celebrate.” She muttered and both of us decided to throw on dresses and some heels to make a night of it.

While I was  getting ready, my phone rang and my hand paused over the call when I saw whose number it was. Callan, he has been back in Port Harcourt for five days now and I hadn't heard from him since he walked out of my room. I figured he was back to ignoring me.

“Hello?” My voice was stupidly small and silly.

“I heard the news.” His deep sexy voice muttered.

“How?” I was surprised at how fast the news could travel.

“Well, your brother was in a room with me and my cousin and we heard the screaming.” He chuckled.

“I stepped away to call and congratulate you.” He added. His voice was smoother than a smoky whiskey and I was about to lean into the phone just hearing that voice.

“Oh, thank you.” I was practically sheepish now. I have never received so much praise and congratulations before.

“Does that mean you will be dressing to impress every day now?” He teased me.

“Of course, I wouldn't step foot in vogue looking ugly.” I practically gasped.

“You couldn't make the trash look ugly.” His sublet compliment made my stomach flutter.

“Am I going to wake up every morning to text a picture of your outfit then?” He surprised me by saying that.

“Do you want a good morning outfit update?” I kind of laughed.

“Yes, I do.” His reply surprised me again but his voice remained serious.

“Wait, really?” I heard a slight movement and he paused before speaking again.

“You know I like your little outfit, if I can't see it in person, then it is the least you can do.” Now his tone sounded amused.

“I thought you didn't want my pictures and all that other stuff about staying away from me?” I fished a little bit.

“Brianna, we fucked like eight time in London. What part of that was me staying away from you?” He deadpanned and I giggled.

“Okay, I will send them then.” I couldn't hide the smile in my voice.

“Good,” he muttered.

“What are you doing now?” He asked, his deep voice could make even an innocent question sound sexy.

“I am getting ready to go out with your sister, we are celebrating.” I told him, the line went silent for a second.

“Hmm,” he hummed.

“What?” I said and he was silent again for a second.

“Going out partying,” he wanted me to clarify.

“Nothing is set up yet, I don't know where we will be going.”  I said and I knew what was coming next.

“With who else?” He asked, he is getting mad. I could tell by the gruff undertone but the false calm in his voice.

“With nobody, Callan. Jane and I just want to celebrate my dream basically coming true.” I huffed.

“You are going to wear a sexy dress.” He said, and he wasn't asking it as a question.

“A cute dress.” I corrected him and I heard the frustrated exhale.

“What is it, Callan?” 

“I don't like this,” he said.

“You don't like what?” I actually didn't understand this time.

“You, getting all sexy and going out. Getting all those London pricks to look at you and I am too far away to bust any heads for even thinking of talking to you. It pissed me off.” 

“I don't understand why you get possessive like this but when I ask if we are anything beyond a convenient fúck you, you reminded me it is just a sexual attraction thing.” I got brave since it was over the phone. I called him out the way I have been wanting to.

“A sexual attraction means I don't want to share the attraction, Brianna.” He explained it stupidly.

“Exactly, I am a passing attraction so stop telling me what to do, Callan. Now, I don't want to spoil my mood on my big day, so I am hanging up. Goodnight.” I said and didn't give him a chance to respond as I hung up. He immediately called, I guess to yell at me but I didn't pick up.

“Was that my brother?” Jane popped her head in from the shared bathroom. I sighed and nodded.

“Ignore him.” She waved it off.

She put on some music and started dancing like a fool in front of the mirror while doing her makeup. Her easygoing free spirit always makes me feel a sense of ease. I joined her in the bathroom to get ready for our night.

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Callan POV.

I was pissed when Brianna hung up on me. I clenched my jaw and tried taking a second to calm down before I joined the guys downstairs. I don't like the idea of her being out in London living out this fucking fantasy life, forgetting everything else that is lingering behind Port Harcourt. She is just someone I liked to fúck but I am possessive. Why should I be? I get what I want and I never have to share. Why shouldn't I be pissed that I can't control what she is doing? Fúck, I slammed my hand on my desk and stood up. Fine, two can play at this game. Tonight, I am hosting some guests at my club, if she is out partying and having a good time, then so am I.

When I joined the men downstairs, I pulled Angelo aside.

“Bring girls tonight.” I slapped him on the back to let him know and he grinned from ear to ear.

“It is about time, you have been slacking lately, man. And I have been waiting for this.” He clapped his hands together and rubbed them.

Before I went to London, I was fucking a girl almost every night to blow off steam I had pent up inside me. It wasn't about her, I was just in a bad mood for a little while. After I returned back to Port Harcourt a few days ago, I hadn't touched a single woman. Why? There is no reason not to. The three of us used to party every night and call women to come hang out with us. But lately, I haven't been going out with them in that way, I just had too much shit to do and I was too antsy to sit and entertain a woman before fucking her. I just needed the release. Tonight, I am ready to have fun again.