Page 169 of The Love of Priest

Priest smacked his lips. "Let's be realistic, Gioia. You act just like that. I just know how to navigate around it," he shrugged his shoulders.

With her arms folded across her chest, she hiked her brow up. “How?”

Priest sat up, his hands now gripping her rear. "I get you comfortable. In your own space. At your time. At your own will." He applied light kisses along her jawline before proceeding to flutter kisses down her neck.

Britain basked in his soft touch, slowly losing herself in the process. "Ugh," she groaned in an infantile manner. "Stop trying to seduce me when I'm asking for advice."

Priest lifted his head from the crook of her neck with a laugh. "I wasn't trying to seduce you, but is it working?"

Britain’s eyes seared into his, laughter flowing out of her. "P, I'm serious." She hit his chest lightly again.

"Alright, just go over to her spot and let her vent to you. She's gonna be defensive at first, but you can't argue with her. Learn to understand her. Everything she says won't be easy for you to receive, but that's her truth. Let her get it out," he explained to Britain, hoping he could offer some sort of help.

Britain let out a sigh, taking note of what Priest had just told her. "Thank you." She wrapped her arms around him for an embrace.

"It's nothing." He waved her off.

"My pops invited you over for dinner," Britain smiled lightly.

"Stepdad?" Priest raised a brow before Britain nodded in confirmation.

"He's really nice. A lot less intimidating than Rem," she chuckled. "I won't pressure you into going. It's whenever you’re ready."

"Nah, it's cool," Priest assured her. "Set something up, and I’ll be there," he told her, causing the smile on Britain’s face to widen.

She was very family oriented, but her family operated differently. They didn't like smothering each other. Most of the time, she and her siblings went months without talking, not because they had bad blood, but because they understood everyone lived their lives separately. What she loved about her family was that no matter how long they went without speaking, they never made it awkward if the other called for help. Things were just organic and genuine between them.

What had Britain really excited was the fact that she was going to be introducing Priest to a family atmosphere. He had spoken to her a multitude of times about not having that while he was growing up. He sort of had to make his own family, and that saddened Britain a bit.

They spent the rest of the day in each other's presence, just like they enjoyed it.

"We still on for dinner tonight?" Britain asked Priest as his eyes scanned his phone momentarily. Priest shook his head, causing a small frown to embed itself on Britain's face. "Don't trip. I have something else planned. J'Ru got this bright idea," Priest chuckled while handing his phone over to Britain.

Britain’s eyes gazed down at the device and read the text that had just come in.

J'Ru:Let’s bring the hood out for Jamari and Tasha.

Received 5:48 PM

Britain furrowed her brows. "I'm sorry. I don't speak hood nigga," she said as she handed the phone back to Priest.

Priest laughed. "Just go get dressed in something casual," he instructed her as he lightly tapped to her rear.

With Britain’s help, Priest had been slowly building his wardrobe in her closet. He kept a few looks stashed away just in case he wasn't feeling up to heading over to the penthouse to get dressed. It was convenient. Plus, Britain kept his side color coordinated and sorted just like she kept her side. By seven that evening, both Priest and Britain were ready to head out. Priest stood in front of Britain, giving her a once over and taking in the look she considered to be casual. She was clothed in an all-white two-piece set which she complimented with a striking bold red lip that made Priest bite down on his bottom lip lustfully.

Britain let out a light chortle as Priest stepped closer to her. "You can't kiss me. I'm wearing red lipstick," she warned him while holding her hand up to his face.

Priest scoffed, disregarding her warnings. "Britain, tell that to a motherfucka who gives a fuck," he scoffed as he wrapped his hand loosely around her neck, pulling her closer to meet her lips for a kiss.

Britain laughed in the midst of the kiss as Priest draped his arms around her waistline and palmed her plump rear.When they pulled away from each other, Britain was pleased to see that her lipstick hadn't transferred onto his lips, nor had it smudged.

They made their way out of the apartment, Priest locking up behind them. "Where exactly are we going?" Britain asked as he assisted her with getting into the front seat of his i8.

Britain couldn't help but fawn at the look of excitement etched on his face as he leaned back in his seat while he drove. "It'll be fun. You just have to trust me with your life."

Britain screwed up her face, giving him a crazed look. "P, did you just saymy life?" she asked him.

Priest nodded with a laugh. "I got you. You'll enjoy it." Britain rolled her eyes and decided to not question Priest any further. Although he had her second-guessing tonight, she truly did trust him with her life. She just liked giving him a hard time.

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