Page 168 of The Love of Priest

"Fair enough," she shrugged her shoulders. Britain continued to sing, adding her dramatic runs on her vocals here and there.

"What has you in such a great mood?" Priest questioned her with a small smirk.

Britain twirled around to the song, carelessly enjoying herself. "I got fired," she absentmindedly announced, cutting into the lyrics she was serenading him with.

Priest stopped swaying side to side with her. His dark eyes peered down at her, his thick bushy brows furrowed together. "What?" he asked her.

"You heard me, P. I got fired," she reiterated with a careless shrug before continuing with the song.

Priest let out a sigh as he took ahold of Britain's hand. She paid him no mind while he led her to the couch, taking a seat with her.

"Britain, you got fired," he told her, hoping that hearing him say it would help her realize that she had nothing to celebrate.

Britain nodded her head. "I know.”

"And you're okay with it?" He raised a brow at her.

Britain reached over, grabbing her phone. She paused the music, stopping it from playing loudly through her speaker. "I can't sit here and mope about it. I refuse to do that." She shrugged her shoulders.

"You got fired ‘cause of me, didn't you?" he asked her, his dark eyes staring into her light ones.

With a bit of reluctance, Britain nodded. "It's not entirely your fault, P. I should've told Frankie the truth from the start," she said, taking some of the blame.

Priest sighed as he rested his head back against her couch stressed. "Aight, so what we about to do?" He ran his hand down his face.

A heavy feeling of guilt weighed on him. If he knew Frankie had come over to fire Britain, he definitely would have been less of an asshole. Britain leaned down, pecking his lips gently. "You do nothing. I'll figure it out," she assured him.

Priest smacked his lips. "Listen. This is our problem now," he took responsibility. "Stop trying to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders alone. I got you."

Britain gazed down at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "Okay," she agreed.

"I know someone who’s plugged in with a few media outlets. I'm not sure what exactly you're interested in, but I can get you writing for someone," Priest said to her. "You don't needThe Times. They didn't appreciate you enough anyway.”

A shrug rolled off Britain’s shoulders. “I kind of want to do my own thing. It’s always been a dream of mine.”

Priest nodded his head, liking the idea of her branching out on her own. “Whatever you need, Gioia, I got you. I’m backing you 110 percent.”

Britain cupped his face in her tender hands. "You make life so much easier," she praised him before kissing his lips repeatedly.

Priest chuckled, basking in her kisses. "Really? Even though I just got you fired?" He hiked his brow up, contradicting her statement.

"It just wasn't meant for me," she smiled. "But you are, though, so it all works out."

Priest gripped her waist as he gazed into her soft brown eyes. His bottom lip was tucked between his perfectly aligned white teeth, causing Britain to feel a swarm of butterflies fill her insides.

"I love you, playa." He snapped out of his trance with a smirk while extending his fist to her.

Britain laughed lightly before pounding his fist. "I love you too, playa." Priest held her in his arms for a while, content with just being in her presence.

"I visited my mom today."

"Word? How that go?" Priest asked.

Britain let out a sigh. The conversation she had with Seven weighed on her mind heavily. Seven was clearly hurting from her situation with Jeremy, but she just wouldn't let anyone in to help her sort things out. "We ended up talking about Rem, and she shut down."

"Sounds like someone I know." Priest side eyed Britain, hinting that she acted the same exact way.

Britain gasped dramatically. "I do not." She hit his chest lightly.

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