Page 103 of The Love of Priest

"No doubt. I'll have Cyro over here to make sure nothing goes left with Taylor's bird-ass friends," he assured Jazzy.

She nodded her head. "Where you headed?" Jazzy asked while looking up from the cutting board momentarily.

"The Hamptons. I'll be gone for a few days," he informed her with a light smirk.

Talia and Jazzy turned their heads to look at each other before turning to Priest. "Baecation?" Talia asked in laughter with Jazzy.

Priest groaned a bit before heading toward the elevator. "Yo, I'm out." He waved goodbye. "Talia, feel free to ignore Jazz's calls while I'm gone," he teased, causing Jazzy to gasp dramatically as he stepped into the elevator.

"She would never leave me hungry," Jazzy scoffed at him as the doors of the elevator glided shut and the elevator descended back down to the parking garage.

Once he made it down, Priest patted his pockets in search of his phone before remembering he had left it in the car. Getting into the vehicle, he grabbed his phone before shooting a phone call to Cyro. He informed Cyro of his absence but instructed him to supervise and guard Jazzy while he was away.

"Does she really need a babysitter, P? Let her live," Britain chuckled as they exited the parking garage.

"Gioia, Jazzy will always need a babysitter," he clarified with a confirming eye, indicating that his word shouldn't even be doubted.

The drive to the Hamptons was filled with laughter between the two. With Britain no longer able to stand the silence, the two of them rapped and sang along to various songs that played from Britain's playlist. Once they pulled into the entry gate of the home, Britain took a deep breath, being all dramatic about how fresh the air was out there. It was the middle of the day, and the sun was still out and shining, urging Britain to get into the water, despite not knowing how to swim.

"It's always so spotless in here." Britain looked around the home with a pleased smile.

The atmosphere of the home was always an open and vibrant one. Although Priest didn't overdo it with any overly bright colors, the huge windows and glass panes allowed so much natural light into the home that it always seemed to be bright. From being there the first time, Britain could admit that she preferred it to be dark while she was in the home. There was something about the illumination of the moon shining through the windows that put her at ease. She loved it so much.

"I got it cleaned up a few days ago. You know me and dust don't get along," Priest scoffed at the thought of sneezing constantly at the presence of dust.

Britain laughed. "The only guy I know with a statewide record but is afraid of dust." She tilted her head as he led the way up the stairs.

"Steady talking shit, yo.” He shook his head at her.

Priest sat her bags down in his bedroom before tiredly plopping down onto the bed. The drive had definitely been a strain for someone like Priest who wasn't really a big fan of being behind the wheel, but the last thing he would have done was let Britain drive him to his death.

Britain stood before him with her hands perched on her hips as he stared up at her. "You tired?" Britain asked with a slight smirk.

"Depends." He shrugged his shoulders.

Britain laughed lightly, knowing exactly what he was insinuating without him even saying too much. "Of course," she shamed him jokingly. She climbed into bed with him before straddling his waist. "Thank you for what you did last night," Britain said as she finally mustered up the courage to bring up the previous night's events. They both had just been tiptoeing around it as if it weren't something to speak on. Britain didn't want that awkwardness to last much longer.

Priest’s strong hands gripped Britain's small waist. The contact of his tender palms over her skin caused an immediate spark to ignite through Britain's body. Priest’s dark eyes seared into her feline ones, just taking in her beauty as a whole. The night before, seeing her break down had been painful, but Priest brought light to the situation. Britain was a woman who got broken down to mere pieces of nothingness just to build herself back up again. She found hope. She found happiness. She found her passion, and she found love. She found all the things that were once toyed with by a nigga who didn't deserve her.

"I love you, you heard?" Priest smiled up at her, and she reflected down to him. "Last night was needed for you. Shit was killing you on the inside, and you didn't even realize it. No matter how heavy the story is or how the conversation may turn, you can tell me anything. Alright? Don't ever think otherwise," he assured her with his deep baritone voice that brought a swarm of butterflies into the pit of her stomach.

Craning down, Britain hovered her lips over his. "I love you too," she professed before kissing his lips. A smug smile etched his face before he flipped them over swiftly and effortlessly. Britain laughed as Priest now hovered over her.

His chains were lightly hitting her face, just like they would when he was deep inside her core. "Let me eat you before dinner." He smirked in a devilish manner.

"Word?" Britain mocked him with the raise of her perfectly arched brow.

Priest laughed as he nodded. "Deadass,Gioia," he confirmed.

"Well." Britain stretched out as if it were a lot to think over. "If you insist," she finalized before hiking her legs up onto his broad shoulders.

They brought joy to each other.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Britain battedher eyelashes as she watched Priest stand awkwardly in the kitchen. She was a bit arrogant since she knew he would call for her help eventually, but of course, his pride wanted to prove a point.

"You need help?" Britain asked with a smirk.

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