Page 39 of Priest

I looked at September. “I’ll be back. Chill here for a minute. Aye, Excavator, keep an eye on her,” I ordered when he walked by.

“No problem,” Excavator remarked. He beamed at September and sat down.

“Priest, I?—”

“Chill yo’ ass here,” I growled at her.

I grabbed Cheekz’s hand and tugged her toward the steps and away from prying ears.

“What’s up, Cheekz?” I asked when we were in my office with the door closed.

“Who is she to you, Priest?”

I sat on the edge of my desk, crossed my boots at the ankles, and my arms over my chest.

“What the fuck is this about, Cheekz?”

“I want to know who she is to you.”

“You know who she is. Someone we’re holding for ransom until I get my shit back.”

“Is that what you’re telling yourself? Because you’ve never kissed me.”

“What else do you want me to say?”

“You’ve not been here, Priest. You’re always around her, all about her, and you don’t even spend time with me anymore.”

“Cheekz, I think that you’re getting shit confused.”

“I’m not getting anything confused. I’ve spent the last two years of my life servicing you and catering to your needs. I was thinking that I could be your queen, and we could rule this shit together.”

My head had been bent, and my eyes narrowed at the floor. I slowly dragged my head up until my gaze met hers.

“You finished yet?” I asked.

“And now you want to ridicule me?”

I snatched her by the arm as she turned to leave. “You don’t walk away from me.”

“You’re breaking me, Priest. Have you fucked her too? Have you? Does she suck your dick as good as I do?” Cheekz asked. She dropped to her knees and gripped my zipper. My dick jerked to life when she cupped it, and I felt the sting of that betrayal like a muthafucka. It was supposed to respond to her, but my first thought was how would September feel if she knew that. I never gave a shit about what a bitch thought, so why was I worried about that now? I felt bad. I had never set out to play withCheekz’s feelings, but I’d always kept it real. Now, I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I didn’t want to hurt September or Cheekz.

“Get up,” I demanded through gritted teeth.

“No, I’m gonna make you remember who this dick belongs to,” she purred and jerked my zipper down.

I hesitated for a second, ready to let her suck me off, but in the end, I couldn’t do that shit. I knew that she wasn’t who I wanted. The one I wanted was downstairs waiting for me to return, and somehow, I knew she would be angry if she knew that I had done this, despite her claims that she didn’t want me that way.

“Get. Up,” I grunted and jerked Cheekz to her feet. I zipped my pants up and mugged her. Cheekz and I stared at each other for several seconds before she shook her head.

“You’ve never denied me the privilege of giving you head or riding that dick. The only time you’ve told me no was when you were in the midst of business, something that I could respect.”

“Stop trying to make this something that it ain’t, Cheekz. It’s never been like that.”

“Since when, Priest?”

“You saying that it has been?”

“To my knowledge, I’m the only one you’re fucking. But here you are taking this bitch to your home when I’ve never even been there.”

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