Page 166 of The Love of Priest

Priest nodded. "I'll be there in ten," he told her before they said goodbye to each other.

Priest kept the car silent as he drove. The sound of the scenery passing him by was soothing to him. Being in the car was honestly the most time he could get for himself, so he always basked in it. As promised, Priest pulled into the parking lot of the club. Stepping out, he pulled up his slightly sagging Amiri jeans while locking up his vehicle.

Upon entrance, Priest’s dark orbs glanced around. He couldn't understand how people could feel comfortable seeing randoms shake their ass in the middle of the day. To him, the strip club would always be a night life occasion. The club was occupied with men who found fulfillment in gawking at women during their lunch breaks from work. Priest let out a light chuckle as he approached the bar, not thinking about taking a seat in the lounge to catch the attention of a dancer.

Easing onto the leather bar stool, Priest was met with the beaming smile of a bartender. "I'm Angie, your bartender for today. Can I start you off with anything?"

"Get me a Red Bull," he requested.

Angie nodded her head, taking note of his request. "You don't drink?" she asked Priest, hoping to spark a conversation.

Priest shifted his attention from the text he had just sent Jazzy on his phone to Angie. "Not in the middle of the day," he responded to her while releasing a breath.

"Sounds like you've had a long day so far." Angie slid the Red Bull over to him along with a glass of ice.

Priest declined the glass of ice since the Red Bull was chilled enough. "Surprisingly, it hasn't been that bad today," Priest shrugged his shoulders.

"I can feel you on that." She lifted her hand as if she were in praise, which caused a light laugh to slip out of Priest. "Dudes here are a bit abrasive. They don't get that bartenders go by completely different rules than dancers. Like, nigga, you cannot touch me."

Priest laughed a bit once more. "That's wild." He shook his head. Priest never worried about a guy getting handsy with Jazzy while she was working because she knew how to put anyone in their place. Plus, her security wouldn't allow any nigga to get too close.

"You aren't one of those guys, right? I really hope not." A light frown embedded in her face.

Priest shook his head. "Nah. I don't touch what's not mine."

Angie was a bit shocked to hear that come from him. "Props to your mom for teaching you to be respectful." She clapped her hands lightly.

Priest took a drink of his Red Bull before settling into another light laugh. "Props actually go out to my shorty," he corrected her. "Chivalry is still a learning process for me," he admitted with a shrug.

"Lucky woman," Angie told Priest with a light smile.

"Lucky man," he corrected her once more.

Angie got sidetracked by the arrival of Jazzy, who slid onto the seat beside Priest. On the side of Jazzy was a guy she seemed to be blowing off. "My bad, PJ," she apologized for how long it took her to get out to him.

"You're good," Priest assured her as he took another swig of his Red Bull.

Jazzy turned in the direction of the guy who was still in her presence. "Kev, you still here? Don't you have anything better to do?" she asked him.

Priest’s dark orbs shifted from his sister to Kev, the guy she was dismissing. Their eyes met, both of them staring each other down. Priest could tell Kev was desperately trying to intimidate him, but he failed. While Priest continued eyeing him down, Kev shifted his attention back onto Jazzy.

"I didn't get your response yet," he continued to grill Jazzy.

Jazzy rolled her eyes, letting out a long sigh of irritation. "Tell him I said no. If he wants to ask me something, he needs to get out of his pussy and come ask me himself instead of sending his little assistant." She smirked while batting her lashes pettily.

Priest, who knew exactly how his sister operated, couldn't help but chuckle while shaking his head. "I ain't his assistant." Kev smacked his lips as his eyes seared into Priest, who had rubbed him the wrong way by laughing.

"Whatever you are," she waved him off. "My answer is still no. Now go on before you piss me off."

Kev smacked his lips angrily before heading off.

Priest shook his head. "This what you gotta deal with?" he asked while pointing to the guy as he walked off.

Jazzy laughed lightly with a shrug. "I can handle them. He's just always sweating me." She dusted her shoulders off arrogantly.

"Who? The assistant?" Priest’s brow rose.

Jazzy laughed at the fact that Priest had just referred to Kev as the assistant. "No, his homie," she enlightened Priest.

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