Page 89 of The Love of Priest

"Yes, the fuck you are, and that's final," Priest ordered while slamming his hand against the table. "I don't ask for much from you, Jazzy, and you mean to tell me you want to quit doing the bare fucking minimum?! Everything you have is granted to you! You have nothing to fucking stress about! One thing I taught you is to never fucking quit, so, no, you're not quitting school!"

"Who's gonna fucking stop me, Priest?" Jazzy folded her arms across her chest with a roll of her neck.

"Who's gonna be supporting you too?" Priest narrowed his eyes at Jazzy while asking her.

Jazzy scoffed. "Wow! You think your fucking money will make or break me?! Let me make some shit real fucking clear for you. I've been without, and I don't need you or J'Ru for shit, Priest!" she jeered at her brother as she stood from the table, grabbing her bag in the process. "I ain't your mother, Priest. Remember that," she reminded him as she began making her way out of the restaurant.

J'Ru let out a deep sigh as he ran his hand down his face. "I'm about to go get her. I can't see her walk out like that." He stood up.

Priest immediately stuck his hand out, halting J'Ru. "Don't. Let her learn. If she claims she's ready, then let her prove herself."

"This is setting her up for failure. I'm not gonna let her fuck herself over," J'Ru refuted, ready to drag Jazzlyn back to the table.

"J'Ru, I meant what I said. Let her learn. Besides, I'm tired of chasing everyone down to benefit them," Priest finalized before gulping down the rest of his drink.

J'Ru reclaimed his seat. His appetite was ruined, and he no longer had the will to indulge in his food. Taking his phone out of his pocket, he dialed Cyro's number. "What you doing, J'Ru?" Priest asked with a sigh.

"Making sure she's good, something you need to be doing too," he spat at Priest before averting his attention back to his phone call with Cyro. "Yo, keep eyes on Jazzy. Trail her and make sure she's safe. Kidnap her stupid ass if you have to," J'Ru advised Cyro before standing up to put his coat on so he could leave.

"You heard what I said, Cyro," J'Ru clarified as he began leaving.

Priest sighed at the fact that he was the only one left at the table. As difficult as it was, he no longer longed to please everyone and be the glue that held everything together.

For the remainder of the night, Priest continued to finish his meal, not letting his mind drift to either Jazzy or J'Ru.

ChapterTwenty-Four

Britain rolledher eyes at the obnoxious banging at her door. Just as she was reaching to open the door, the locks clicked open.

"Priest, are you kidding me?" She hit his chest as he came through the door after using the spare key. "You could have used it in the first place."

Priest laughed as he grabbed ahold of her wrist. "I know, but it's funnier this way," he jested before craning down and kissing her lips twice.

Britain rolled her eyes before brushing his hands away from her sides. "P, I'm late. I was supposed to be there by now," she stressed as she took the pair of heels she left in his car from him. He was kind enough to leave his penthouse earlier so he could drop the heels off to her before he went to Kaymen’s and Jadey’s wedding rehearsal.

"Really? ‘Cause I'm on time." He glanced down at his flooded watch, checking the time.

"I'm the maid of honor, Priest. I'm supposed to be early," Britain reminded him as she quickly placed her finger on one of the panels of her flat iron to ensure it was hot. "Can you please find my car keys?! They weren’t where I usually put them, and I don’t have time to look for them! I'm straightening my hair!" she shouted to him from the bathroom.

"Nah, not really!" he teased as he began looking around for the keys.

As he entered her bedroom behind her, Britain popped her head out of the bathroom, narrowing her feline-like eyes at him. "You serious right now?" she asked him.

Priest laughed. "I'm playing," he assured her. "Looking for them now."

As Britain was putting the finishing touches on her hair, Priest scavenged her bedroom for her keys. Finally finding them in her vanity drawer, he sat them next to her purse so they would be in plain view for her to grab on her way out. "Thank you!" She smiled.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved her off as he plopped down on her bed. "Hurry your ass up."

"You can leave," she reminded him as she passed her brush through her hair once more.

Priest scoffed. "You love getting beside yourself." He eyed her as she stepped out of the bathroom with her hair completely pressed. She was still hustling around like a crazy person; however, Priest was still able to admire her beauty. Her smooth sepia skin radiated in contrast with the ruby red dress she had on. As she sauntered over to her heels, Priest eyed her with a light smirk. "You look good, though."

They both laughed. "Mhm," she hummed teasingly.

Priest sat up, licking his lips. He wasn't sure exactly how Britain thought their plan to act as though they had nothing going on would play out when she looked this good. Now that she was standing tall in her heels and striking red dress that glorified her curves, Priest wanted to take her at that very moment.

"Stop giving me that look, Priest," she laughed while shaking her head.

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