Page 161 of The Love of Priest

"Always," she confirmed in a light voice, breathing heavily.

Priest chuckled as he tossed his arm around her, pulling her close. He applied a kiss to her cheek, sealing their conversation and sailing the incident from the previous night into the past.

After a much-needed moment of rest with each other, they both got up. Priest had plans of going to visit Tasha to finalize a few more things pertaining to Jamari's funeral, while Britain opted to visit her mother and stepfather since it had been long overdue.

"Dinner tonight?" Priest asked, wondering if she would feel up to it.

Britain looked over her shoulder, smiling at him. "How about I cook you dinner and we watch a movie afterward?" she suggested, wanting to make it up to him.

Priest smirked as he waded over to her. His long arms draped around her waist as he stood behind her. "As much as I would love that," he said as he kissed her cheek. "I wanna take you out tonight. You deserve it"

Britain let out a long, dramatic sigh as if she were settling. "Well, since you insist," she chuckled.

He shook his head with a light laugh. "Yeah, I insist."

They both got ready, having light conversation here and there. Britain was just relieved that she didn't feel the need to walk on eggshells about what happened the night before. Priest normalized the fact that she broke down and he was there for her. She was so grateful to him for just being there and understanding without making her feel like she was a psych patient who needed to be sedated.

"I'll see you later," Priest told her as he craned down to kiss her lips.

Britain smiled lightly as she nodded her head. "I'll walk you out," she offered.

Hand in hand, they made their way toward the front of her apartment. A stale look canvassed her face once she noticed the money he left behind on the counter next to her bag. "Really?" She looked up at him with a roll of her eyes.

Priest nodded his head. "Third time's the charm," he smirked as he reached for the money, stuffing it into her bag.

Britain attempted to reach for her purse as well to return the money that was wrapped in a rubber band, but he extended his arm high to prevent her from being able to reach it.

"Priest, we talked about this already," she sighed as she returned to her feet instead of standing on her tippy toes to reach for her bag.

Priest nodded. "We did, and I'm starting to realize that you're letting what Sylvia said to you affect you." He eyed her, waiting for her to confirm that he was right.

Britain rolled her eyes as she folded her arms over her chest. "I have good reasons, though," she muttered.

"They’re not good reasons. What my mother said was some bullshit. You know it. I know it. Hell, even she knows it!”

"Priest, you have to understand," she sighed. "From all different angles, you have people who just want you around for the benefits that come with you. I don't want to be one of those people."

Priest sat Britain's purse down on the counter. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "Only I can decide whether or not you become one of those people. I see how you operate. Your intentions are pure, and you're real. I know you aren't out for my money," Priest assured her as he cupped her face in his hands and tilted her head up for her to look at him.

A sly smile pulled at Britain's lips. He always knew what to say. Priest smiled down at her, knowing he had done right by convincing her otherwise. "It's yours now," he said, referring to the money he had placed in her purse.

"I guess it is." She jokingly rolled her eyes at him. "But you know what'll excite me?"

Priest craned down, pressing his lips onto hers. "What's that?" he asked in the midst of the kiss as he gripped her rear in both of his hands.

Britain wrapped her arms loosely around his neck as she batted her lashes persuasively. "If you teach me how to make that and double it myself."

Britain wasn't really a fan of gifts or having money handed to her. She always found a way and made it happen herself. Even though she was willing to accept money from Priest with some heavy limitations now, she still wanted to find a way to make it happen herself.

Priest raised a brow at her. It definitely didn't take a rocket science to get an idea of what Priest did to get his money. However, he was able to hustle in a smart manner and channel his money through legit businesses. Priest started off just trapping, but now he was a full-blown owner of many businesses, an investor, and a shareholder. Priest learned a different game and was using it to his advantage. It took a lot of maturing to realize that there was more than just getting racks from trapping. He realized that the cutthroat business world was just like the game. It made him a lot smarter than high powered CEOs who employed others so they wouldn't have to put in much work.

"You do know what I do, right?" he questioned her for clarification.

Britain let out a light laugh, finding his question amusing. "The legal way," she corrected herself, which caused Priest to come to ease.

Priest chuckled. "I wouldn't mind getting a kick out of seeing you flipping shit like me," he smirked.

"I bet you would, but are you gonna teach me or not?"

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