Page 190 of The Love of Priest

Cameron cleared his throat once more. At this point, he felt like Jazzlyn was toying with his masculinity. She was grappling the reins in her hands and taking charge. He didn't like that one bit. It was making her unattractive. The fact that she could just so comfortably challenge him in front of others disgusted him. However, it wasn't about to repel him. The stronger she played to be, the more enjoyable it would be for him to finally break her down to the nothingness of her innocence.

He masked his clear irritation with a smirk. He then detached his eyes from Jazzy and placed them into the server. "I'll have the Moscow mule," he finally ordered before handing in his drink menu.

The server assured them their drinks would be right up before leaving them to decide what food they would be indulging in for the night. "You were really gonna order a Moscow mule for me?" Jazzy scoffed with a roll of her eyes.

"Actually, I was gonna start us off with wine," he corrected.

"I ever told you I liked wine?" she asked him as she glanced up from her menu to eye him.

Cameron licked his plump lips while shaking his head. "All women do, though."

Jazzy was amused by how stereotypical he believed her to be. "Again, who raised you?" She tilted her head to the side.

Cameron chuckled before running his hand down his face. "You’re impossible to please," he countered.

She shrugged with an amused smirk on her face. "Maybe you're just not doing it right."

"Teach me," he urged her, willing to put in the effort and work to get her to the point of ease.

Jazzy couldn't help but find Cameron amusing. He seemed clueless for the most part, but that didn't turn her away. It made her feel bad for him, actually. She couldn't imagine how many weak bitches he'd messed with before her. That just had to be torture! There was no excitement when dealing with a female who let you do as you pleased with her. He was finally getting the excitement and entertainment she just knew he craved.

"I shouldn't have to do your mother's job," she said to him.

"Just as I shouldn't have to do your father's job," he fired back.

Jazzy laughed. "Nigga, please," she waved him off.

Cameron shrugged. "I'm serious. You really don't know how to let a man lead.”

"Is that what you want, to lead?"

"Is that not what any man wants?"

"To a certain extent. Only the weak ones obsess over it," she clarified just as their drinks were being placed in front of them.The two halted their conversation to order their food.

"I have to disagree." Cameron shook his head, resuming the conversation.

"If you have to find strength for yourself in treating your girl like a young child, then you’re weak," she concluded.

"Women should just let men be men," Cameron went on to say.

"And what goes into being a man?" She furrowed her brows together.

"Y'know, taking charge, taking care of home," he listed.

"I don't mind a man who does that," Jazzy clarified. "However, if I wanted to be bossed around and disciplined for having my own mind and wants, then I would have just dated my father." Her response drew a laugh out of him since it was clear they would never see eye to eye.

She wasn't too amused by it, though, since she stood by what she said. "Cameron, if you think for one second I'm gonna be some push over girl who lets you be a man," she lifted her hands, putting finger quotations around the word man, "you're sadly mistaken. If you want to have control, go have a child or get a pet."

Cameron eyed Jazzy. A part of him wanted to put an end to this whole thing due to her being so persistent about taking control, but he couldn't fight his attraction to her. She was different. She wasn't vulnerable. She didn't need him.

Their food was placed before them. He watched as Jazzy prayed over her food before indulging in it. She wasn't going to force him into praying over his food since she wasn't sure whether he was religious. Jazzy, who thought she was being very respectful by doing so, was unaware that she once again rubbed Cameron the wrong way. He thought he should’ve been the one to lead the prayer. After all, he was the man.

Dinner continued, and fortunately, the two stayed away from the heavy conversations they were having prior. Instead, they were spending time getting to know each other.

"How long have you been single?" Jazzy asked him with a light smile.

Cameron chuckled before letting out a sigh, his mind instantly traveling to his wife and daughter he had at home. "Just a few years," he lied to her as he rubbed his hands over the thighs of his jeans, feeling his wedding band that he stuffed into his front pocket. "You?"

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