Page 25 of Priest

“Well, I promise not to suffocate you or smother you with the towel either,” she promised and rolled her eyes.

“How do I know your ass ain’t some rich nigga ninja?” I asked.

“What?” September stared at me as if I’d lost my mind.

“Just saying, I don’t know what you’re capable of.”

“Nigga, give me that towel. If I were a ninja, my ass would’ve bounced by now. Come to think of it, you never would have caught me in the first place,” she declared and wiggled her fingers at me.

“Mm-hmm.” I muttered and handed her the towel as I took a seat in a chair.

She rubbed my hair and slowly pulled the towel through the ends of my hair as I finished placing our order.

“You’ve got beautiful hair,” she murmured absentmindedly.

“Thank you.”

“Do you ever braid it?”

“Every now and then, but it’s been a while.”

“I’ll do it.”

I turned and mugged her.

“What? I can braid.”

“I never said that you couldn’t. I’m just wondering why the fuck you’re being so nice to me.”

She blew air through her jaws and then rolled her eyes. “If you would for just one moment live in the world everyone else lives in, you wouldn’t think that everyone had ulterior motives. But then again, in the world everyone else lives in, they don’t go around kidnapping people and having to watch their back every second of the day.”

“The world that I come from, everyone has a motive. Everyone. Especially ones who’ve been kidnapped.”

She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, so, you make this a common occurrence?” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know, Priest. I just thought after last night that….”

“That what?” My tone was harsh and defensive.

“Maybe you didn’t hate me. Maybe you weren’t going to kill me.”

“Listen, I’ma go get the comb and brush from my room. I’ll let you braid my hair.”

“You’ll let me,” she replied sarcastically and then laughed. “Please bring some oil for your scalp if you have it.”

I nodded and headed back to my bedroom to grab the items she needed.

I followedPriest to his bedroom, not at first, but after a few seconds. I knew that he left me alone at the front of the house as a test to see if I would run away. I still planned to do it, but I needed a better plan. The plan to seduce him had bitten me in the ass. I was already attracted to him. After last night, I wanted him more. I just hated that he acted like an asshole most of the time.

Losing control of situations the way that I had last night usually made me feel powerless, helpless, and like a victim. I hated feeling like a victim because it always brought back memories of the day my mother was murdered.

Last night was nothing like that, though. I wasn’t powerless, helpless, or a victim. I’d wanted the things that Priest did to me as much as he’d wanted to do them. Shame filled me, and I felt my face grow warm at the memories of what happened. I couldn’t believe that I’d got down on my knees and sucked his dick. That shit was so foul. If Phaedra had seen me, she would’ve yanked my ass off my knees by my hair and then yoked me up. Like, what the fuck?

But for some strange reason—call me a deranged bitch—I was still attracted to Priest. After all the shit he’d done, I still found myself wanting to ride his dick, I still fantasized about himwhile I played with my pussy, and I still wanted to drop to my knees and suck that dick again.

“It’s nice in here,” I called from the doorway, loud enough for him to hear me.

“What?” he yelled back.

“Your bedroom. It wasn’t what I expected it to be,” I muttered.

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