Page 142 of The Love of Priest

"Yes," Britain confirmed. "My mind has a crazy way of over-obsessing over pain to make it hurt more than it truly does. I learned to detach from that."

"But she's still your kid," Priest reminded Britain, feeling like the disconnect from her emotions was clouding what was truly important.

"Yeah, she was," she let out with a deep sigh. "And Sylvia robbed you of a childhood, but you still cater to her every need like she didn’t," she countered with one of Priest's wounds that he was unknowingly hovering over.

"Used to cater to her every need. Correct yourself." They both chuckled, finding light within their pain.

"I'm extremely proud of you for that, by the way," Britain praised him with a smile gracing her face.

"Yeah, I know. You dropped that neck on a nigga the other night," he teased her while wrapping one hand around her throat.

Britain stale faced him before hitting his chest lightly as he doubled over in laughter. "I give you an inch, and you take a mile." She shook her head at him while tossing his hand away from her neck.

"I gave you nine inches. Now look at you," he smirked while groping her bottom half that had become wider before trailing his hands up her sides to her plump breasts. Britain rolled her eyes.

"Six inches on a good day," she murmured jokingly, lying through her teeth.

Priest chuckled as he shook his head. "Steady talking shit, but soon as I drop this dick, you get to running."

"You like it," Britain shrugged as she pecked his lips.

"Go get ready. I'll be back for you in an hour," he instructed her.

With a laugh, Britain lifted her arms. "Carry me to the bedroom."

Priest chuckled as he tossed her over his high shoulder. As he traveled through the apartment, Britain's laughter filled his ears.

He tossed her gently onto the bed, causing her laughter to intensify. Lying on her back, Britain looked up at him. His playful demeanor seemed to mellow out and grow more serious and more caring. "Get better," he told her before leaning down to kiss her plump lips.

She watched him get up and begin to gather his things to leave. A look of confusion framed her face. Britain rolled over and laid on her stomach, propping her head up with her hands. "I feel fine," she told him.

As he was putting on the jacket of his Givenchy tracksuit, he glanced over his shoulder at her. "Okay, Brit," he sighed once he zipped the jacket.

"You don't sound convinced." Britain was beginning to grow offended. She hated for anyone to be uncertain with her. If she said she was fine, then that should’ve been that— she was fine!

A light smile pulled on Priest's lips. "If you say you're fine, then you're fine," he assured her as he made his way back over to her. "But as the man who's learning you from inside-out, I'm telling you to get better," he advised her. Before she could refute his claims, he went in for another kiss.

"I'll see you in an hour, nothing more." He slapped her rear gently in a flirting manner. "I love you," he called out to her as he exited the bedroom.

She knew Priest wouldn't turn back to pick up the conversation. He was going to let her fester until she confronted her raw emotions head on herself. Instead of stringing along the discussion, Britain sighed. "I love you too!" she called out to him.

That gave him the notion that he was okay to leave. She heard the door shut and lock behind him.

With his words registering with her, Britain glanced around her bedroom. Her orbs landed on the journal she had yet to place in her backpack. She had the urge to reach for it, but she fought it.

"Not worth it, Britain," she said to herself while getting out of bed.

Priest would be sure to show up exactly an hour later, so Britain shuffled around swiftly to get dressed and ready.

While she was getting dressed, Priest found himself traveling to check up on Mirsad before heading to the penthouse to get ready himself. Pulling the car up at the curb of Remy's house, Priest opened the door of his BMW i8, lifting it over his head before stepping out. Remy and Mirsad were sitting on the porch having what seemed like a good conversation.Upon noticing Priest, they halted the conversation.

"Never knew you had that one," Mirsad said, pointing to Priest's car parked at the curb.

Lately, Mirsad hadn't been that bad. Remy's influence on him was paying off for the better. "Copped it not too long ago. Maybe I’ll take you out on a ride if you been behaving," Priest joked, causing Remy to chuckle at his constant back and forth bantering with Mirsad.

"What brings you by, son?" Remy asked Priest while offering him a seat.

Priest declined the seat. "Your daughter has me on a certain time frame. I just came to thank you and take his horrible ass off your hands." Priest glanced at Mirsad whose ears had immediately perked up at the sound of being able to leave Remy's spot.

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