Page 42 of The Love of Priest

She smacked her lips. “I don’t wanna ruin your event, so I’ll just talk to you about it later,” she attempted to dismiss the conversation.

“You’re not ruining nothing. Let me know what’s up. What she say?” he persisted.

A deep sigh escaped Britain before she crossed her arms across her chest. "You don't need an extra mouth to feed along with a heartbreak," she recalled what Sylvia slyly told her.

"Don't believe that shit. You hear me?" He lifted her head to make eye contact with her. "I'm the only one who can question you, and I barely have room to do so since you're a grown-ass woman," Priest clarified while looking into her eyes.

"I'll handle her. Just go home and calm down ‘cause I can tell you're hot." He chuckled at her signature mean mug etching her usually soft and inviting face.

Britain nodded, agreeing with him. She gave him a final hug goodbye, and he locked his arms around her tightly. He didn't want Britain thinking he shared Sylvia’s sentiments because he didn't. Priest wasn't fully trusting of Britain yet, but he could tell that she'd been nothing but genuine and sincere since they'd met. She was truthful, through and through.

"I'll see you later," she assured him while cupping his face in her hands like she always did. The two kissed once more before Priest assisted Britain into her car. He watched her pull off before a visible scowl grew onto his face. Priest strode over to his mother. Sylvia acted like a misbehaving child a lot of the time.

Once he approached his mother, Priest cut into the conversation she was having, seething as his dark eyes bore into her. "The shit you just pulled is gonna fucking cost you," he gritted at his mother.

Sylvia chuckled senselessly as she eyed Priest. "Cost me what, Priest? You aren't giving me shit anyway," she crudely spat.

His dark eyes bore into Sylvia. If they weren't in public, he would have punctured her heart with the things he wanted to say to her. Looking toward his right, he could see one of his men on his security detail posted up surveying the area. It didn't take much for Priest to flag down his head security guard, Cyro. He waded his way over, arms folded across his iron-built chest.

"What's up, Mr. Justice?" Cyro asked Priest, awaiting immediate orders.

Priest pointed over to his mother. "Get her in her car and make sure she gets home and not one of them crack houses she like to pass through." Although his orders were being given to Cyro, his eyes never left his mother's.

Sylvia decided to bow out gracefully, even though she wanted to drag the entire event down with her. After she was escorted to her car and followed home by Cyro, the event propelled just as Priest wanted it to. By the end of the day, Priest and his people successfully cleaned up the park and packed up.

Priest was tired and drained. He had a great time, but now his body was craving a long hot shower and some sleep. He already made arrangements to spend his night at Britain's place, so he drove in the direction of her apartment. He had texted her far before he left the park, so she was aware that he was on his way.

Once he arrived at her place, Priest's brows furrowed a bit once he noticed a vehicle was parked in the usual parking space he often took for himself. The black-on-black Lexus was parked backward, right next to Britain's vehicle. Parking his car a few cars down in an empty space, Priest called Britain. It didn't take long for her to answer, and when she did, he could tell she was in the middle of laughter.

"Hey, where are you?" she breathed out, still trying to calm her laughter down a bit.

"I'm here. You got company?" Priest wasn't too fond of new faces, so he just wanted a heads up. He liked knowing what he was walking into and who to expect. He hoped Britain understood.

"Uh, I do, but they were just leaving," she informed him.

Priest chuckled lightly. He could tell his presence had put an end to Britain's time with her guest. That wasn't his intention, though. "My bad," he apologized to her.

"You're fine. They really were just leaving," she assured him. "Come in when you're ready."

Priest nodded his head. "Heard’ju." Their phone call ended with goodbyes before Priest waited it out in his vehicle to see who would be coming out of Britain's apartment. After a moment, he could see a woman share a final hug with Britain before she waded from the apartment building and toward her car.

Priest realized it was Kaymen's wife, Jadey, who ironically happened to be Britain's best friend. He waited until she left before he reclaimed his usual parking spot next to Britain's car. Getting out of his vehicle, he shuffled his way to the door where he opted out of knocking and just entered. Upon entrance, Priest could see Britain in the kitchen retrieving herself a pint of ice cream. Her sweet tooth was crazy.

"Hey, Mr. New York Times by day, Incognito by night," Britain teased with a smile on her face.

Locking up after himself, Priest laughed a bit. "You got jokes?" He raised a brow at her while ridding his being of his gun since she had expressed that it made her a tad bit uncomfortable whenever she felt the gun when they shared an embrace. It didn't help that he placed it on the counter in plain sight for her to see, but they were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm kidding," Britain assured him. "Have you checked the news, though?" she questioned him as she dipped her spoon into the creaminess of her caramel gelato ice cream.

A yawn escaped Priest’s lips as he inched his way closer to her. He shook his head in response to her question. "Didn't get the chance to. What's going on, though?" He wrapped his arms around her waist while she stood before him with her ice cream in one hand and her spoon in the other.

Britain sighed before looking up at Priest. "They think your event was just a gimmick," she informed him. When she saw the news refer to Priest's great deed as just a little gimmick, even she got a little mad. This man singlehandedly provided food for 350 less fortunate families during the holiday season, and all they could equate it to was some ploy they assumed he was using so he wouldn't be viewed in such a dark light.

Britain could spot the frustration and annoyance on Priest's face. "Hey, don't let that bother you," she comforted him. "You know your intentions, and so do I," she assured him with a light smile on her face.

"You and I, that's all that matters." Priest bore his dark eyes into Britain's soft feline-like ones. He could see her tense, unsure what to say, and this amused him. "This is where you nod your head yes." He chuckled as Britain obliged to his request and simply nodded.

Priest craned down, applying his lips onto hers. He was able to taste the smooth gelato on her plump lips. As they pulled away from the kiss, Britain marveled at the sight of Priest licking his lips slowly. The sight brought back memories from their illicit affair a few days before. Priest owned her that night. Britain shook her head free of the memories of the nasty sex they had. A light smirk embedded on both of their faces. It was evident to Priest what Britain was thinking. She was nibbling on her bottom lip, resisting the temptation of letting Priest bend her over her kitchen counters and have his sinful way with her.

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