Page 138 of The Love of Priest

"C'mon, Rem. That's harsh," Priest called out as he sat an assuring hand on Britain's knee, knowing she was far more sensitive to words than he was.

Remy glanced back at Priest and agreed with him. "Very harsh, but it comes with the territory." He shrugged his shoulders. "I’d rather both of you be prepared for the worst than not be prepared at all."

Priest let out a breath. "You got my word, man," Priest assured him as he placed his right hand over his heart.

Remy leaned over to rest his arms on his knees. He stared right into Priest’s dark orbs, showing how serious and straight forward he was being about the situation. "My daughter's my everything, Priest. Don't fuck this up," he warned him.

"No doubt," Priest declared.Britain was grateful that both men in her life were on the same page. Eventually, things grew less intense and serious, and Britain ventured off to go pick at Mirsad since she wanted to learn more about him. Priest, however, remained with Remy, having a conversation with him without Britain present.

"I know you ain’t really feeling me," Priest mentioned to Remy with a sly smirk, breaking the silence Britain had just left behind.

Remy chuckled as he patted his pockets for a lighter. "Priest, I know you respect my daughter, and from what she tells me, I know you're capable of loving my daughter wholeheartedly. I think what’s throwing me off is the fact that you remind me so much of myself," Remy shrugged.

"I hear that, but shit with Britain feels right." Priest's sly smirk morphed into a light smile. "She's changing my life, man."

"I think that's her thing. She changed my life too." A smile etched across Remy’s face as he thought back to the first time Britain came around. She never gave him an option to back out of the opportunity to build a relationship with her. She filled the space in his life with ease and didn’t spend a moment dwelling on all the time he missed. She was a pure and kind soul, and Remy was grateful and blessed to be her father.

"You cool in my book, man, as long as you keep my daughter safe," Remy assured Priest. At the end of the day, he knew Priest personally, and he knew Priest had a great heart. He came from a battered place, but he made better for himself. Remy honestly preferred for Britain to be with Priest than with anyone else.

Eventually, Priest and Britain left Remy's place together in relief. "That went well," Britain smiled.

"Like I knew it would," Priest scoffed, causing her to roll her eyes playfully.

"Thank you for saying all those nice things about me." She smiled as she reached over the console to kiss Priest's cheek.

"It's the truth.”

Now that they had cleared everything up with Remy, Priest and Britain were set to meet with the stylist who would be working with them for the Liberty Gala. Priest was comfortable with having the meeting at his penthouse, so, just to ease Britain's mind a bit, he sent Jazzy and Nia off with Cyro to go anywhere in the city they wanted to go on his dime. Jazzy was suspicious about Priest just sending her and Nia off, but for the sake of cheering Nia up from what happened with Mirsad, Jazzy just went with the flow.

Arriving at the penthouse, Priest parked in one of his assigned parking spots alongside his other vehicles. He made his way around the vehicle, helping Britain out of the car.

"You sure no one is upstairs, right?" Britain asked as she hiked her questioning orbs up at him.

He chuckled at her nerves as he took ahold of her hand. "Positive," he confirmed for her.

Hand in hand, they made their way toward the elevator. Britain stood beside Priest as the doors glided apart, allowing them access. As the doors shut while they were inside, Britain watched in amazement as Priest placed his palm on the sensor, and it immediately granted him access to the top floor.

"Fancy," Britain mumbled, causing Priest to chuckle.

"I can lock you in if you want," he told her with a shrug.

A smirk spread across Britain's face. "Oh, you would love that." She shook her head at him with a light laugh.

The trip up to his penthouse was swift. Once the lift stopped, Britain stood in awe at the sight that was behind the elevator’s gliding doors.Her eyes slowly scanned around, admiring the small details that were put into the decor of the penthouse. The color scheme was skewed toward a soft gray with light accents of white and onyx black. It was evident that Priest was hands on in the decorating process of the penthouse since his personality and aura were thoroughly represented by the decor.

Britain's eyes graced from wall to wall, loving the abstract art that was chosen to bring out the living room’s decor. "This is nice," she complimented as her eyes shifted to the long ceiling to floor windows that allowed the perfect bird's-eye view of the city.

The penthouse looked spotless, almost as if no one lived there. Britain was always amazed by how Priest managed to keep up the cleanliness of his place. Despite being the neat and tidy person she was, she always managed to screw up and leave something lying around.

"Benvenuti a casa mia lontano da casa." His suave voice melted into Britain's ear as he told her “Welcome to my home away from home” in Italian.

Hearing the foreign dialect roll off his tongue evoked butterflies into her stomach. "I forgot you knew how to do that." She shuffled over to him, cupping his handsome face in her hands.

"What? Speak another language?" He raised a brow, causing her to nod.

Britain pulled him down to meet his lips for a gentle kiss. "It sounded ten times better coming from you," she grinned.

Priest licked his lips with a hazy look webbing his eye. "Word?"he throated out while taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

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