Page 79 of The Love of Priest

Britain cleared her throat to keep her emotions at bay. She found no use in crying and dwelling on it. She had already forgiven and healed.

"You don't have to tell me anymore." Priest kissed her temple. He noticed how hard it was for her to continue. He knew if the roles were reversed, she would offer the same thing.

Britain rotated around in his arms until they were facing each other. He held her tighter than before as she nestled her head onto his chest. "I'll never let anything happen to you. You got my word," Priest promised as he rested his head on top of hers.

Britain simply nodded. She had heard it before. Promises were broken a lot in her life. She only believed actions, but something about Priest's promise to her made her take it as the truth.

"Can you promise to listen whenever I need you to?" Britain lifted her head so she could lock eyes with him. Through the dark, she could feel his deep gaze and felt secure within it.

Priest nodded. "You got my word," Priest reiterated to her with his right hand over his heart.

Like any other time they had unloaded heavy past experiences onto each other, they allowed silence to sit between them so things could process properly. Although Priest enjoyed the silence, Britain hated it. It gave her way too much time to think, which ultimately led to overthinking. "Can we get out of here?"

"Where do you have in mind?" Priest asked. After such a heavy conversation, he expected Britain to want to take her mind off things. He had been around long enough to know that she liked to do things and go places she enjoyed so she could be in better spirits.

Britain sat up in the dimly lit room, a smile plastered across her face, causing Priest to chuckle. "Just go home and get dressed and meet me back here," she instructed.

"Always wanna have some type of damn adventure," Priest chuckled as he rose from the bed so he could do as Britain requested.

Britain laughed along with him. After he got himself dressed in the suit he suavely sported to trial, Britain agreed to walk him out. "Don't take too long," she warned him before he lowered his head to meet hers for a kiss.

"I'll be back," he assured her. "Don't get all in your head while I'm gone." He cupped her face in his hands. Her eyes grew dim as a somber feeling washed over her. She only told Priest a fragment of her life, and it was already hard for him to swallow and process, so he couldn't imagine how she was feeling with all these resurfaced memories and emotions.

"You have my word." She mocked him while placing her right hand over her heart just like he would, causing him to laugh.

They said their goodbyes to each before Priest left her apartment. Shutting the door behind him, Britain let out a heavy sigh. Instead of dwelling on her emotions, Britain quickly got into the swing of getting ready for her outing with Priest. It was getting late, so the sun had officially resigned from the sky.

ChapterTwenty-Two

While Britain was getting ready,her phone chimed with a phone call that she answered without caring to glance at the caller ID. "Oh, you trifling bitch!" Jadey shouted from the other end of the line, causing Britain to laugh at how random her friend could be.

"Well, hello to you too, my lovely best friend." Britain smiled.

"Girl, don't dare try to butter me up," Jadey scoffed over the phone.

"Please don't be mad," Britain pouted.

"Mad?!" Jadey shouted out. "You think I'm mad, sis? You must be out of your mind if you think I'm just mad! Britain, you missed out on helping me pick out my dress, the colors, the flowers, everything!" Jadey screeched like the spoiled brat she was.

Britain let out a light groan as she turned on her curling iron. "Jadey, you're having two weddings. I was all hands on deck for the first one. The second one, I told you, I wanted you to learn how to do things without me and actually include Kaymen," Britain explained to her. Jadey had stressed Britain out as if it were her wedding the first time around. Britain knew she would be in for much more of a headache dealing with not only Jadey this time, but also her impossible to impress mother.

Jadey smacked her lips. "Well, you kinda left me with no other choice since you left me high and dry." She rolled her eyes. "Just make sure you make it to all the rehearsals and the fitting for your stupid-ass maid of honor dress. You're so lucky I seen that you were actually busy front-pagingThe Times."

Britain laughed. She knew Jadey wouldn't be too upset with her. She was just upset because Britain wasn't spending as much attention on her as she usually would. "See? I was being productive."

"So, who you fucked to get your name in that byline?" Jadey teased, causing a hysterical and hearty laugh to erupt out of them both.

Britain wanted to be funny and spill the details about the way God worked in fascinating ways, since she was sleeping with Priest and writing front page stories about him, but she knew better. "Screw you, bitch," Britain laughed. "I didn't have to fuck anyone."

"So, no one has blown the cobwebs off ya pussy, Britain?! So, you wasted all that time away just to not get ya pussy the attention she deserves?!" Jadey questioned Britain in distress.

Britain laughed her off. She was just going to let Jadey be dramatic about it like she always was. "Leave my pussy out of this, please and thank you."

Jadey shrugged. "I'm just saying. Whenever you're ready to tickle some pickle, my brother is still single." Jadey laughed as she heard Britain fake gag.

"Goodbye, Jadey," Britain initiated the ending of the phone call.Still in laughter, Jadey said goodbye to Britain before the call ended. As Britain lifted the curling wand from the counter to start curling her hair, she shook her head at the thought of her crazy best friend.

Britain was still getting ready when Priest managed to return and claim a comfortable seat on her couch while laughing obnoxiously at whatever he was watching on the TV. It only took Britain another hour before she was completely finished. Britain's heels sounded off with each step, alerting Priest to pull his attention away from the television because she was ready to go.

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