Page 55 of The Love of Priest

Remy bit down on his bottom lip, deep in thought. "Life doesn’t stop giving until you're in the grave," Remy recited after his daughter. His tone was somewhat uncertain and questioning, but he wasn't going to press his daughter about anything until he was certain. "You been around a church lately? You don't never drop gems like that on your old man," Remy teased.

Releasing a laugh, Britain shook her head. "No, I actually got someone's story, and he said it, so I quoted it. It’s something to live by, though." Britain shrugged her shoulders.

"Sure is," Remy agreed. "I'll let you get going. Don't need life kicking your ass any more than it already is." They both released light chuckles. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Britain winced at the fact that she wouldn't be able to set something up with her father the following day since she was three hours away from where he resided and wasn't planning on returning for another two days. "Actually, I have a lot going on. I still have to help Jadey with her second wedding, so how about we set something up later this week?" Britain suggested.

Jeremy nodded his head. "Fine with me. I'll be here waiting," he assured Britain.

"Love you, dad." Britain smiled.

Jeremy matched her smile. "Love you too, Dulce." With that, the phone call ended, causing Britain to let out a nerve-ridden sigh that had been weighing down on her chest since the beginning of her phone call with Remy. Turning on her heels to return her phone to the charger, she was startled by the presence of Priest. He was propped against the threshold of the bathroom with his arms folded across his chest.

"When the fuck did you get up here?" Britain pressed her hand firmly against her chest over her thumping heart.

A light smirk graced Priest's face. "Just now," he enlightened her. "You alright? Look like you just seen a ghost."

"I'm fine," she assured him while catching her breath and calming her heart. "I just didn't hear you come up."

"I'm a thief in the night," he jested before abruptly changing the subject. "I hope you know Remy knows you're lying to him. He's just gathering his proof."

Britain smacked her lips, not believing a word Priest said. "Jokes on him. I'm not even lying. There's nothing for me to lie about anyways." Britain shrugged while facing the mirror so she could watch herself tie her hair up for her shower.

"Just tell him,Gioia." Priest made his way behind her, pressing his body against hers while planting his palms on the marbled countertops of the his-and-hers sinks.

Britain rolled her eyes. "Tell him what, Priest?" she asked after she successfully tied her hair up into a messy bun.

Priest enjoyed how defensive Britain got when it came to this conversation. This highlighted the fact that even though she kept declaring how grown she was, she still didn't want to disappoint her father. Priest couldn't even lie. If his own daughter was dealing with a man like him, even he would be a little concerned and want shit to come to an immediate end. Remy was from the streets, and he knew how shit went on a day-to-day basis. Priest could understand if Remy felt some type of way about him and Britain. But was that going to stop Priest? Absolutely not. His obligation was to Britain. As long as they were satisfied, Priest wasn’t bothered by how anyone else in her life felt.

"Tell him how you in the Hamptons kicking it with ya’ boy." Priest craned his head down, nestling his face into the crook of Britain's neck. Britain laughed lightly at the feeling of his lips pressed gently along her neck. "How I'm introducing you to the joy in life," he continued before his tongue swirled lightly over the same spot on her neck that he had just kissed.

"Don't flatter yourself. I can have any man in New York doing the things you do," she scoffed jokingly.

Priest lifted his head from the crook of Britain's neck, eyeing her. The little look on his face was amusing to Britain. He was clearly offended. "Word? That's what we doing now?"

Britain let out a laugh, causing Priest's face to soften a bit. "I'm kidding. However, I don't wanna inflate your ego."

Priest smacked his lips, waving her off. "You know I don't have no ego," he clarified. "Egos are for the insecure, and the last thing I am is insecure." The seriousness in his tone warned Britain that she should tread lightly on the whole ego thing.

"You always have something smooth to say?" Britain smirked as she looked at him through the mirror.

Priest shrugged his shoulders with a light chuckle. "I'm not sure. What you think?" Priest lowered his head back into the crook of Britain's neck, resuming his light kisses he was fluttering along her skin.

Britain let out another laugh as she felt his warm tongue flick lightly against her neck before he sealed the spot with a light kiss. "Alright, get out so I can get ready."

"We can get ready together," Priest proposed, causing a shudder to branch from Britain's spine.

"Goodbye, Priest." Britain shook her head with a light laugh as she used her hands to push him off.

Priest nodded his head with a little smirk. "Look gorgeous for me,Gioia." He applied a subtle kiss onto her cheek.

"I'll try." Britain responded to him over her shoulder as he trekked out of the bathroom to go get ready himself.

"Effortlessly!" he shouted back to her, causing her face to heat up instantly and her cheek bones to heighten at the compliment.

After Britain's long and therapeutic steamy shower, she got out, wrapping her bare body in a plush white towel. Luckily for Britain, she already had her attire planned out in her head, so it wouldn't take long for her to get herself together. However, she was completely stumped on what look she would go for makeup wise. She was willing to wing it, though. Priest put her under no rush, so she completed her look in peace. Once she was done, she looked herself over in the mirror, satisfied with how she was able to pull the look together. Without a clue where Priest was taking her, she figured it would be best not to overdo her attire. She opted for a pair of 90’s fit, wide leg jeans, which she paired with a white cropped shirt. For some extra height and confidence, her feet were adorned in a pair of strappy black heels that peaked through the wide legged bottom hem of her jeans. Instead of straightening her jet-black tresses, she let them flow gracefully down her back in their wavy texture.

After spraying her pulse points with Baccarat Rouge, she began making her way down to the first level of the home. Upon getting downstairs, she saw Priest leaned over the island with a glass that was half full of brown liquor in his hand. He kept himself occupied with a phone call that he seemed really invested in.

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