Page 85 of The Love of Priest

Priest chuckled while nodding his head. "Yeah, Gioia. All the fun I want."

She cupped his face in her hands before gently pecking his lips. "Are you going to Kaymen's and Jadey's rehearsal tomorrow?" She had been meaning to ask him for a few days now, but it always ended up slipping her mind. Their game plan to deal with having everyone in their business had to be elite. Priest knew J'Ru would have a lot to say to him privately about Britain, not in a disrespectful manner, but in a cautious one. Priest truly felt as though he couldn't be questioned by anyone about anything, but he knew Britain had far more worries than he did when it came to everyone knowing exactly what they had going on.

"Yeah, I have to show up and support," Priest confirmed. He honestly didn't remember Kaymen's first wedding being as demanding as the one they were set to have in the following month. Kaymen was always sending him and J'Ru to some location to get fitted and altered. Priest wasn't complaining since it was for Kaymen.

Britain craned her eyes up at him, a concerned look etched on her face. "We're showing up separately, right?" she asked for confirmation.

Priest chuckled before he shrugged. "Whatever you wanna do,Gioia."

A sigh sounded from Britain as she sat up, straddling Priest's waist. "I feel as though we should. It'll cause way too much mayhem if we show up together." Britain honestly didn’t want to deal with any of the reactions they would get when they publicized their relationship. Everyone would have so much to say about whether or not they were a good fit, and Britain simply didn't want to hear any of that. Plus, they were there to support Kaymen and Jadey. If they just popped up together, it would definitely cause the attention to shift.

"I'm sure everybody done warned you to stay away from me," Priest chuckled with a light shrug. Priest knew he probably wasn't the best candidate for Britain, but they made things work, and that was all that mattered. "You scared of their judgement?" Priest asked.

With a look of guilt etched on her face, Britain slyly shrugged her shoulders. "I guess you can say that, but I'm not afraid of them judging you. I know who you are, and I know what I set myself up to deal with. I'm more afraid of them judging me for you. I'm a nobody, and you're Priest Justice." Britain was sure people would have a lot to say, especially those dunces Jadey considered friends. They'd known her through some pretty rough stages in life, and they didn’t think she was all put together like Priest thought.

"Who told you that you were a nobody?" Priest raised his thick brows. "My shorty front-pagingThe Times," he smirked teasingly.

Britain laughed. "We'refront-pagingThe Times," she corrected him before kissing his lips.

After spending a great amount of time with Britain, Priest finally got dressed to leave. It was hard to see him go since he had been spending so much time with her, but Britain was being a good sport about it. "See you on the flip side pimp-playa," Britain smirked while holding her fist out so he could pound his with hers.

Priest laughed as he bumped fists with her, and she dramatically made silly explosion effects with her mouth. "You're wild." He shook his head.

Hiking her head up to look up at him, Britain shot him a goofy grin. "For you daddy," she jested with a laugh.

Priest threw his head back in laughter, finding her hilarious. "Remy wouldn't like that," he taunted her by bringing up her father, which immediately caused the smile she had on her face to drop into a frown of disgust.

"Why you always gotta kill the vibe? " She swatted his chest while he laughed excessively.

"Alright. My bad," he apologized while wrapping his arms around her. As a pout masked her face, Priest craned down and kissed her lips a few times. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

Britain nodded before kissing him a few more times. She ushered him to the door, watching him exit her apartment with the confident and prideful gait that she loved so dearly.

Priest truly had no down time to chill alone. As soon as he got to the penthouse, he would have to take Jazzy out for a dinner he promised her a few days before. J'Ru would be accompanying them, so it would be just like the old times.

Only a few minutes away from the penthouse, Priest chuckled at the fact that he was receiving a phone call from Jazzy who wanted to make sure he hadn't flaked on her. "Please tell me you're on your way," she said, not bothering to give her brother a proper greeting.

"Yeah, I am. I'll be there in a second," he assured her.

Jazzy smiled. "Yeah, that's what I thought," she teased before hanging the phone up.

Priest shook his head at how mouthy his sister could be. After a few more minutes on the road, Priest parked his car in the parking garage. Bypassing security, he made his way up to the top floor. Upon his entrance through the steel elevator doors, he could hear Jazzy singing along to the music she had playing loudly throughout the penthouse.

Jazzy lounged on the couch with her feet up while scrolling through her phone. The sound of Priest entering the penthouse caught her attention, which prompted her to sit her phone down. "That's what you're wearing to dinner?" She side-eyed her brother.

Priest had traded out his suit for some sweats he left behind at Britain's place. Jazzy wanted to question her brother about exactly how he ended up in sweats when she vividly remembered him leaving in an all-black Tom Ford suit this morning but decided not to.

"Is that what you're wearing to dinner?" Priest pointed out her outfit, playfully screwing his face up in disgust. "Fashion school probably wasn't the best investment for you," he snarked jokingly as he bypassed her to head to his bedroom.

Jazzy rolled her eyes. As much as she wanted to object to what he had just said, deep down inside, she knew he was right. Fashion was still a passion of hers, but she only saw it as a hobby now, not a lifelong career. "Count your fucking days, Priest Kanaz Justice! Count your fucking days!" she playfully warned him.

In response, Priest let out a loud laugh that could be heard from where she was sitting. As Priest occupied himself with getting dressed, Jazzy sat out in the living room with the music still playing, trying to figure out how she was going to tell her brother that she had dropped out of school. It had been exactly two months since she stepped foot on campus, but as far as Priest knew, his little sister was sketching, designing, and stitching fabric all throughout Paris. Boy, was he wrong!

The money he was sending over for tuition had now been deposited into Jazzy's bank account to support her lavish living expenses in Paris. Alongside her tuition, she was also enjoying the constant money Priest granted her for personal spending. Jazzy could admit that for the past two months she had been living stress free without the constant burden of stressing over classes and grades. Now that she was back in New York, all she could do was stress about telling Priest she had dropped out. For the past couple of weeks, she had been glad the girl J'Ru was telling her about was keeping her brother far away from her.Jazzy only complained about Priest not spending time with her so she wouldn't look too suspect while avoiding him. Now that he actually made time for her, she was scared shitless. She knew tonight was the night. She no longer had it within her to lie to her brother anymore.

It didn’t take much time for Priest to find his way out of his bedroom. He was completely dressed, and the outfit was Jazzy-approved. "Yo, I got the flyest pair of heels to go with that shirt," Jazzy pointed out as she pinched the material of Priest's black Palm Angel graphic tee.

Priest mean mugged her before swatting her hand away from his shirt. "If I find my shit in your closet, I'm fucking you up," he warned her.

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