Page 130 of The Love of Priest

Britain narrowed her eyes while peering down at him. "Say sike right now!" she demanded.

Priest couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. Jadey wasn't really attending the Liberty Gala. Priest just wanted to see how Britain would respond if she was under the impression that she was coming.

"I'm just fucking with you. I wouldn't set you up like that. I respect your decision to wait it out. I don't agree with it, but I respect it," he shrugged.

"Thank you, P. All I need is some time." She smiled at him before craning down to kiss his lips.

Priest placed his hands on her hips, groping her bottom half. "How you feel about coming home with me after the gala?" Priest proposed.

Britain let out a deep sigh as she contemplated scenario after scenario in her head. Priest noticed the look of worry flash across her face. "That scares me," she openly admitted.

Priest chuckled. "Why?"

"That's like being shoved into the lion's den. How do you think Jazzy's gonna feel about this?" Britain raised a brow.

Priest shrugged his broad shoulders. "You worry your pretty little head too much," he said to her. "You're someone I care for. Jazzy can accept that."

"Your mom didn't even give me a chance," Britain pointed out as a mean mug etched her face at the thought of Sylvia.

Priest shook his head as he recalled Sylvia’s behavior when she crossed paths with Britain. "Jazzy and Sylvia are like oil and water. Plus, I think you and Jazzy would hit it off. Y'all both feel the same way about Sylvia," he revealed before his chuckle turned into full blown laughter.

"I love how you take the awful taste your mother leaves in everyone's mouth so lightly." She swatted his chest playfully.

Priest's laughter settled. "I've dealt with it for 28 years. I learned to just take her as she is," Priest muttered, getting sidetracked by the thought of his mother. "But that's neither here nor there. Just tell me you're coming home with me."

Britain smirked at him. "Why should I?" she teased.

Priest’s dark orbs locked with her feline-cut ones. His cold fingertips circled the smooth skin of her thighs that were exposed in her shorts. "My bed's bigger. More room for you to run from me." He shrugged his shoulders slyly.

Britain bit down on her bottom lip as her mind immediately filled with flashbacks of Priest mercilessly stroking her with his dick. "Say less.” She nodded her head, agreeing to stay at his place.

An arrogant chuckle rolled out of him. “You’ll love it over at my place. Don’t trip.”

On the other side of him, his phone went off on the nightstand. Knowing the drill, Britain rolled off him and onto the bed to allow him to sit up and answer the call. There was an exchange of a few words before Priest nodded and concluded the call with, "Heard'ju. I'll be there in a second."

The call ended, prompting Priest to glance over at Britain. "No need to give me that look. Go ahead and leave." Britain waved Priest off as he gave her a look of sorrow webbed within his eyes since the phone call put a dent in their time together.

"See, you understand my lifestyle. That's why I love you." He kissed her lips repeatedly.

Britain chuckled. "I love you too, playa," she professed as he got out of the bed to get dressed.

"You'll be here when I get back?" He raised a brow while layering his chains over his shirt.

Britain turned over to her stomach, kicking her legs up flirtatiously. "Depends on whether I'm entertaining anyone else," she joked.

Priest halted his actions, narrowing his dark eyes at her. "You ain't fucking crazy." He screwed his face up at her.

Quickly, she let out a laugh, confirming that she wasn’t serious. "I'm joking," she assured him. "I'm gonna go see my dad today, though. I'll let you know when I get back."

After stepping into his sneakers, he shuffled over to her, a smug smile on his face. "I'll see you later then." He applied a gentle kiss to her forehead before averting his attention to her lips. "Stay safe."

Britain smiled as she placed her right hand over her heart. "You've got my word," she promised just like he would do.

Priest chuckled at the fact that she was mocking him. Saying a final goodbye, Priest exited the room before exiting the apartment and locking up. He was headed back to the showroom that Sylvia had abandoned. He, Kaymen, and J'Ru had plans of tidying it up to make it look presentable to anyone on the outside looking in. They had no plans of making any sales, especially since the cheap furniture would be utilized as storage space and decoy trafficking products. Driving around with ten bricks would definitely be petrifying; however, driving around with ten bricks stuffed into the frame of a sofa, sectional, or loveseat would put the mind more at ease.

After Priest left, Britain got up and got herself together to head over to Remy's place. She was showing up unannounced just to brighten his day. She knew she hadn't really upheld the duties of being a daughter much, but she was too wrapped up in bliss to even focus for just a second. She was hoping this visit with her father would go smoothly and motivate her to spend some more time with him.

Once she was all dressed in a simple outfit and a light face of makeup, Britain grabbed her phone, keys and purse and headed toward the exit of the apartment. She was about to drop her phone into her bag when she realized the difference in the purse’s weight. Peeking into the bag, she stopped dead in her tracks. "Fucking Priest," she groaned while unzipping her bag and backtracking into the apartment.

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