Page 123 of The Love of Priest

Agreeing to buy J'Ru's suit as well, Priest continued with the details of his plan. After their discussion, Priest and the guys agreed that they were on one accord about everything before they started leaving the show room.

"Where's that little nigga at, anyway?" Kaymen scoffed, referring to Mirsad.

Priest chuckled at the fact that Mirsad managed to leave that same bad taste in everyone's mouth. "He's with Rem now. He needs the tough love," Priest shrugged as he locked the doors to the showroom.

"Why you ain’t give it to him?" J'Ru asked.

Priest shook his head. "Nia wants him alive. I might kill him." The three laughed as they approached their respective vehicles. They said their goodbyes before wishing each other safe travels. Priest got into his car, finally getting the chance to check the time and his phone. He didn't realize how much time he had spent discussing things with the guys. He had a missed call from Britain that he immediately returned.

"You're fired," was the first thing Britain told him once she answered the call.

Priest let a chuckle draw out of him. "My apologies," he said in a smooth and charming manner. "I'm on my way now. I got caught up."

"Mhm," Britain hummed sassily. "I made stuffed salmon. It's only enough for me, but I'll share," she teased pettily, causing him to laugh.

"I'm grateful, Gioia. I'll be there in a second."

"The door’s unlocked for you."

The call ended after their goodbyes to each other. When he arrived at her place, he parked his car right next to hers. Getting out, he made his way to her door, walking straight in since the door was left unlocked for him.

"Smells good in here." Priest drew attention to his entrance while stepping out of his Dior sneakers.

Britain popped her head out of the kitchen with a smile. "Thank you." She made her way toward him.He wrapped his long arms around her frame, craning his head down to meet her lips for a kiss.

"You're welcome," he mumbled against the smooth skin of her neck. "What happened today?" She had been home for a while now, giving her time to unwind from the stressful day and make a meal for herself and Priest. She had taken a long, steamy shower, pulled her hair up into a messy bun and dressed herself in a pair of cotton shorts and a bandeau top. Her bare face was glowing from the light passes of coconut oil she had graced it with, while her lips glistened with a layer of lip gloss to keep them moisturized.

Britain let out a light groan as she turned toward the kitchen to plate their food and refill her glass of wine. "It wasn't horrible, but it was bad," Britain began. "Seven was being extra bossy today." She rolled her eyes at the thought of her mother.

Priest chuckled as he snaked his arms around her from behind. "I'll end your day right," he promised lowly in her ear.

"Thank you." She pecked his lips once more. "How was your day?" she asked.

"Surprisingly easy going," Priest told her with a shrug.

"Stopped by my dad's to talkbusiness?" Britain raised a brow.

Priest nodded his head with a chuckle at the emphasis she made on the wordbusiness. Britain was so inquisitive and curious about everything that sometimes she didn't even notice how persistent she could be when it came to asking questions. Priest liked that about her, though. She could hold conversations and pick anyone's mind.

As Priest aided her with carrying the full plates and wine glasses over to the dining table, he replied to her. "I stopped by, but we didn't get around to talking about business. I have him doing a favor for me."

"Which is?"

"Keeping my cousin Mirsad for a few days. Knowing Remy, Mirsad will be on his best behavior in no time." Priest had endured the sternness of Remy, and it even straightened him out, so he knew Mirsad wouldn't stand a chance.

Britain laughed at the thought of the treatment her father may have been giving Mirsad at the moment. "Most likely, he has him doing?—"

"Lawn work," they both said in unison, which caused them to laugh with each other. Remy didn't play about his lawn, and even Britain had her fair share of pulling weeds when she went over Remy's place.

Settling from their laughter, Priest and Britain took their seats and had dinner. "So, I got this thing coming up, and I want you to come with me," Priest told her as he sat his wine glass down after taking a sip.

Britain was in the middle of cutting into her salmon as she nodded her head, signaling him to proceed. "What's the thing?" she asked, wanting more details. Priest was far too unpredictable for her to just leave it at that.

"The Liberty Gala," he revealed nonchalantly.

Britain’s eyes widened in shock as her utensils slipped out of her grip and came clashing down onto her plate. "The Liberty Gala?" Britain questioned him for clarification.

Priest glanced up from his plate, eyeing the look of disbelief sprawled all over her face. "Yeah," he nodded. "What's the matter?"

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