Page 44 of The Love of Priest

Priest nodded his head again. "What else?"

"Uh," Britain tapped her chin as if she was thinking deeply. "You should never have to question my loyalty," Britian added.

"Aight, you two out of seven," Priest hyped her. Britain laughed as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Six!" She exclaimed. "That’s not fair! I had five steps in mind!"

"Well, I got one more. Spill ‘em, Gioia," he teased.

"Okay," Britain nodded. "Things have to be unconditional — the love, the passion, the trust… everything," she listed.

Priest nodded in a satisfied manner. "You’re three-and-o now." He lifted three fingers, encouraging Britain to continue.

Britain chuckled, feeling the motivation from him, so she continued. "I should be able to separate the Priest you show me from the Priest you show the world."

"This wild. It’s like you in a nigga head or something." Priest laughed, finding Britain slightly astonishing.

Cockily, Britian brushed her shoulders off. "Next, you value honesty, even if the truth pains you.”

Priest licked his lips as he offered her a nod. She was hitting every point.

"Number five is to never lose faith in you. I've listened to you long enough to know how much you hate it when people give up on you. I won't," Britain stared her feline-like eyes into Priest's dark orbs as she assured him. The smile that had been etched across Priest's face slowly began to fade.

His tender hands reached up and caressed Britain's face. Slowly, he leaned in, applying his lips to hers. Britain immediately melted in his strong arms, which he secured around her petite frame. Priest slipped his tongue into her mouth, intensifying the kiss. Britain could feel her body instantly react to Priest and the way he was handling her. One of his hands held the crook of her neck, positioning her head the way he preferred. The other hand gripped the inner portion of her thigh, inching its way up to her core. A soft moan fluttered out of Britain. She was trying her best to contain herself since she wasn't sure whether this would lead to a night of passion or simply night of cuddling.

The questions that spiraled through her mind were soon answered by Priest's actions. He flipped them over to hover over her. Like last time, his thick jewelry graced her soft skin, causing a shudder to snake up her spine. His path to her pussy had finally reached an end when she felt him palm her pussy, massaging it slowly. A moan quivered out of Britain once more, causing Priest to part his lips from hers.

"What's the last step?" Britain breathed out with a light voice.

Priest gazed into her eyes. The look he gave her was unrecognizable. She had never seen Priest give her the look. Priest was starting to care. "Don't switch up on me. Just stay down," Priest enlightened her, which resulted in her nodding her head in response.

All for the love of Priest.

ChapterFifteen

"Britain,you were supposed to be helping me with this wedding. You've been AWOL for two weeks now," Jadey groaned with a long pout as she spoke to Britain over the phone. A simple phone call to help her decide which flowers should be used to decorate her wedding turned into her slandering Britain. Jadey had no idea Britain was heading to the Hamptons today until the phone call.

Britain chuckled as she placed her bags in front of the door. "Jadey, I'll be back in four days," she assured her best friend.

She overheard Jadey smacking her lips. "Fine. Just make sure you get enough sleep so you can be up for our cake tasting."

Britain sighed. "Shouldn't you be taking Kaymen for cake tasting?"

Jadey rolled her eyes at the mention of Kaymen. "I love him, I really do, but dude is gonna make me buss a cap in his ass," she muttered while giving Kaymen a side eye. "Yesterday, I couldn't make it to his event because I had to work, so he promised that after work and his event he would take my parents and me out to dinner, but as soon as he came home, we fucked, and he fell sound asleep. Like, who does that, Brit?"

"Alright, Britain. Shorty is wilding, telling you any and everything. She'll call you some other time." The phone transitioned over to Kaymen who was rushing Jadey off the phone, causing Britain to laugh. She was glad Kaymen hadn't pillow talked about her and Priest to Jadey. She wasn't ready to inform Jadey of what she had going on with Priest. Britain knew she wouldn't be able to hide it from Jadey long since Priest and Kaymen were so close, but she wanted to keep this part of her life to herself for the moment.

"Alright, Kay. Good luck with Mr. and Mrs. Eze," Britain wished him luck with Jadey's impractical parents.

Kaymen sighed. "Pray for me, Brit. Enjoy your time in the Hamptons. Don't have too much fun, though," Kaymen chuckled, knowing that the Hamptons were Priest's go-to. Little did Britain know, the Hamptons were where Priest actually resided. Whenever Remy joked about it, he would laugh it off like it was some bullshit for him to actually live there, but it was the best option for him. It gave him a sense of isolation and relaxation. It was… home.

Priest was very selective about who he took home. Only his mother, Jazzy, J'Ru and Kaymen frequented his Hamptons home. Now Britain was going. He wasn't going to stress the importance of her staying at the place he considered home instead of his penthouse. He was just going to go with the flow. She'd find out sooner or later.

Britain chuckled, catching Kaymen's drift since he was well aware of the time she and Priest had been spending together. "Got it, Kaymen. Byeeee," Britain sang before hanging up. Slipping her phone into the pocket of her oversized denim jacket, Britain heard her front door open. She wasn't concerned, since she was aware that it was Priest coming in from his place.

"Yo, Gioia!" he called out to her as he locked up behind himself. "Why so many bags? You know it's only four days, right?"

Britain let out a little laugh as she heard his footsteps progress toward her bedroom. "I know, but I have outfit changes, and some of my make up is in the smaller bag."

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