Page 80 of The Love of Priest

Slowly, he ran his tongue over his lips as his eyes gawked at her. The curls she took her time with flowed beautifully to her shoulders in a short look. The way the bodysuit she slipped on conformed perfectly to her slim waist and curvy hips had Priest ready to bend her over and fill her with all his glory. The classy white and black tartan pattern contrasted against her umber skin beautifully. Priest couldn't help but to lust for her at the slight peak of her chest she allowed by not buttoning the bodysuit up all the way. Her white heeled ankle boots paired perfectly with her miniature handbag, completing the look.

"You're trouble, Ms. Demings." He smirked as he mocked her from his grand entrance of his trial. Britain felt herself grow warm, and butterflies accumulated in the pit of her stomach. She let out a little schoolgirl laugh, flustered by the compliment he had just given her.

Standing up to his full height, he towered over her as he leaned in. He pecked her lips lightly so he wouldn't ruin her make up. "You look handsome as always," Britain complimented him while she cupped his face in her hands.

Priest had gone home and switched up his attire. He was much more casual in his retro football jersey and his designer jeans. His feet were adorned in the latest Jordan's, causing Britain to slightly envy him since even she hadn’t gotten to snag a pair upon their release. His jewelry was, of course, eye-catching, emphasized by the many diamonds that flooded the pieces on his neck and wrist. "‘Preciate it,Gioia."

Together, they walked out of the home hand in hand. Britain had convinced Priest to allow her to drive since it was her adventure. As she trekked from the building, Priest couldn't help but to admire her. She was just so effortless in everything she did. She noticed him admiring her while she gently pushed some of her hair out of her face.

Priest licked his lips once more, causing Britain to let out a little laugh. "Stop undressing me with your eyes."

Priest chuckled before nodding his head. He assisted her into the driver's seat of his Bentley Bentayga truck. Out of all the vehicles he owned, Britain had to say this one was her favorite. The red interior always had her in awe as it contrasted with the all-black exterior and darkly tinted windows.

"Don't be on that road rage shit while I'm in the car," Priest jested.

Britain shot him a stale face since he knew her road rage was something she couldn't control.

As she drove, Priest simply gazed at her while she sang along to the songs that played from her phone. It amazed him how she could so easily have the time of her life, not once letting what she had just told him cloud her mind.

Priest laughed at hype she got once her playlist shuffled to Pop Smoke's song “Dior.”

"Yo, pay attention to the road," Priest told her while he was still in laughter.

"Oh, relax." She waved him off as if he were being uptight. "I'm a safe driver."

"Fuck you get your license from, a back alley?" Priest asked as she jumped a curb while taking a sharp turn.

Britain couldn't help but laugh at the frightened expression on his face. The two were neck in neck with how reckless they drove, but let Priest tell it, Britain was far more careless. "No need to whine anymore. We made it here safe," she joked as she successfully parallel parked between two cars.

"Son, I’m never letting you drive again." Priest shook his head as he got out the car and made his way around so he could assist Britain out.

It was nighttime, and the streetlights and the lights of the surrounding businesses decorated the streets as people littered the area enjoying their time together. It was evident that this was some type of party district just by the strong smell of alcohol that stung Britain's and Priest's noses. Laughter and great conversation flowed amongst the groups of friends and couples as they enjoyed their night along the busy street.

Britain held onto Priest's hand as she looked up at him. Even in heels, the height difference was still a significant one. "Relax," she urged him as she noticed his eyes darting in every direction he heard a voice or any kind of movement being made. He was assessing the area to ensure that not only was he safe, but Britain as well.

Priest said nothing in response. It was evident that he wasn't about to loosen up, especially in a place he was unfamiliar with. Before Britain led the way to their destination on foot, she wrapped her hands around Priest's waist, letting out a sigh and shaking her head at the feeling of his piece strapped in his waistband. "Really?" she asked him as she always did.

Priest smirked. "C'mon, this ain't nothing new."

Britain decided not to give him grief about it. He reclaimed her hand in his as they began making their way down the street. Britain led him to a set of steps that travelled down to a heavy steel black door. The sign that illuminated in neon yellow light read,SIX:00 AM.

"What is this place?" Priest asked Britain as he pulled the door open so they both could enter.

Britain looked over her shoulders at him with an excited smile. "It's a little bit of everything. It has great food, great drinks, poetry, good music, table games, hookah, and best of all—it closes at six in the morning," she explained to him.

Glancing around, they both noticed how packed SIX:00 AM was. The place was pretty spacious, with a bar and a small stage, along with a good number of dining tables and booths. In the center of the room, there was a dance floor for the club’s patrons to let loose. Britain liked to consider SIX:00 AM an interactive club in a sense.

"You like?" Britain motioned her hands in a presenting manner.

Priest took another look around as he nodded his head, satisfied with the spot. Priest followed behind Britain as she spoke to the hostess who appointed them a section. Britain and Jadey frequented the spot often, so they had small perks here and there. Once they were appointed their seats, Britain gave Priest a quick rundown of how things operated. It was cute to see her in the element of excitement as she introduced Priest to everything the spot offered.

As they waited for their order of wings and fries, Priest and Britain played Uno against each other, all the while listening to the music, which was occasionally interrupted by poets who took the stage.Priest laughed as Britain cheered herself on after finally winning a round of Uno. "Don't be a hater,Reverend." She stuck her tongue out to him.

Priest shook his head, still laughing. "Alright, I'll give you that one,London," he retorted kiddingly. They decided to take a break from the Uno game to listen to the few poets that took the stage. Britain marveled at the sight of Priest as he became captivated by the soothing words of the woman who grasped the attention of the audience. Her words graced out with so much conviction and power as she delivered her message of underlying hatred in the world for people of color.

Priest felt as though she was speaking directly to him. She addressed the misfortunes he had to endure. The discrimination for being a colored man. The oppression he felt whenever he was judged for his looks. The poet spoke volumes.

As the poet flipped her long locs over her shoulder, she thanked the audience for the love they showed her. "That was beautiful," Britain complimented.

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