Page 183 of The Love of Priest

Kev left without another word, causing the ladies in the locker room to erupt in laughter. Jazzy's mouth was known for doing one of two things: she either intrigued you or turned you away. Some of the ladies thought she was plain old rude, while the rest just knew that she was cutthroat so no one could pull bullshit past her. After getting all the ladies that she made pieces for dressed and glistening in aromatic body oil, Jazzy stepped out of the locker room and made her way toward the front of the club.

The traffic in the club began to pick up, and because it was a weekend, there were a lot more patrons than were there on weekdays. As always, Jazzy made her rounds, chatting with a few people, but mostly remaining at the bar with her favorite bartender, Angie. The music encased the club from wall to wall as it loosened up the clubgoers.

Jazzy was almost never in the bad bitch attire that was expected for going out to a club that always contained a good number of ballers. She dressed casual and comfortable because she really wasn't at the club to draw eyes. She was hustling, making her coin, and then heading home. Tonight, her attire consisted of a white bodysuit she wore underneath a pair of denim shorts. She paired the outfit with a basic pair of black and white Versace sneakers. As always, she kept her diamond drenched Audemars Piguet watch, gifted by Priest, around her wrist. She wore her vintage red Prada bag strapped across her body. Jazzy kept it simple, but she still drew attention from all areas of the club, from the VIP sections to the floor.

"Are you ever not here?" Angie laughed as she handed Jazzy her usual spiked lemonade.

Jazzy took a sip of her drink as she shook her head, responding to Angie. "Give me two more months, and you'll never have to see this pretty little face again." Jazzy gave Angie her infectious smile while batting her long, full lashes.

Angie pouted. "You weren't kidding when you said you were only passing through.”

"Nope. Big bro just wants me to prove myself, so that's what I'm doing." Jazzy smiled lovingly at the thought of Priest. They had their differences, but he was all she had and vice versa.

Angie, who was due to respond to her, had a smirk etched on her face as the stools next to Jazzy filled up. Noticing that she no longer had Angie's attention, Jazzy’s eyes shifted to her left. At the sight of Ron sitting next to her, she rolled her eyes deeply.

"This enough pressure for you?" Ron smoothly asked with a smirk gracing his handsome face.

Jazzy, who wasn't impressed by the little tactic he was pulling, eyed him up and down. She knew it probably wouldn't be the best thing to entertain him, but he was damn fine, from his plump lips to his beard that he always kept lined up sharply. His cut was low with deep waves that even put Jazzy's hard-to-impress ass in a trance. One thing Jazzy couldn't downplay about Ron was that he was always looking good.

The man dressed to impress. Tonight was no different. He was dressed in a black and white Chrome Hearts hoodie with a pair of black Rick Owen jeans. His feet were adorned with a pair of red, white and black Off-White Retro 1s.

Although Jazzy would’ve never found it within herself to admit it, he had inspired some of the outfits she put together for herself. He had a lot of fucking style. "You think sitting next to me is gonna get me?" Jazzy scoffed. "Must've never fucked with a shorty with substance."

Ron chuckled. The more Jazzy made herself a challenge, the more he enjoyed the chase. He wasn't sure if she was intentionally giving him a hard time or if she was just being herself. Either way it went, Ron didn't mind.

"Teach me all I need to know then," he flirted with his radiant smile. Those damn dimples. They got Jazzy every damn time.

Jazzy once more rolled her eyes. The last thing she needed was this nigga thinking he got through to her. "For one, I'm not like any of these other bitches. Don't send for me," she advised him with an intimidating eye.

Ron nodded his head. "My bad," he apologized. "I thought that was the gentlemanly thing to do since you keep such a low profile in here."

Jazzy screwed up her face at him, eyeing him as if he had lost his mind. "Son, who the fuck raised you?"

Ron chuckled. He knew he sounded crazy, but to him, it made sense. He didn't like a whole lot of people in his business, and all it took was for him to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and shit could go south. Sending Kev wasn't necessarily him not having the courage to approach Jazzy. He just didn't want to blow up his spot. "Alright, let's start over," he suggested. "I'm Ron." He stuck his hand out, introducing himself to Jazzy.

Jazzy eyed his hand with a mean mug etched on her face. "Tell me what your mama named you, not what these hoes call you," she scoffed while advising him how to properly introduce himself to her.

Ron licked his plump lips before giving his introduction another shot. "I'mCameron Combs,but I go by Ron. You are?"

Satisfied with his now proper introduction, Jazzy caved and decided to introduce herself. Placing her hand into his, her cold brown eyes seared into his. "Jazzlyn Barrette. Nice to meet you, Cameron." He felt a sudden intimidation wave over him at the feeling of Jazzy's sturdy handshake.

She had a backbone.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Cameron offered, only for Jazzy to shut him down.

She wrapped her glossed lips around the two small straws in her drink and took a sip before responding to him. "I can buy my own. If you haven’t noticed yet, I already have one," she told him.

Cameron eased out a light laugh. "Some food, maybe?" he suggested once more.

Again, Jazzlyn shook her head. "Then you're gonna think I owe you," she scoffed lightly. "I can buy my own food as well." She proceeded to wave Angie back over to her, where she placed an order for a fried shrimp basket with cocktail sauce.

"You're making this hard." Cameron ran his hands down his face.

Feeling accomplished, Jazzy smirked while eyeing him in his soft brown eyes. "Was I supposed to make this easy for you?"

Cameron shook his head. He was used to having it easy with women, but he now knew he didn’t have his work cut out for him this time. "Nah, that wouldn't interest me," he admitted in his suave voice.

Jazzy was satisfied with his response. "Exactly. Remember, I'm the catch." She winked at him just as Angie sat her food down before her in a to-go box. She reached into her bag, extracting some cash to pay Angie for the food. "Enjoy the rest of your night, Cameron." She smiled cheekily as she stood from the bar stool, taking her food and drink with her.

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