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Jazzlyn nodded, assuring Cyro she was okay.

"I'm about to head out back. Could you post up in front of the door? If Taylor asks for me, tell her I'll be right back," she instructed Cyro.

Heading in the opposite direction of the front of the club, Jazzy pushed through the heavy door, leaving Cyro behind. Through the darkness of the night, Cameron's bright headlightsflickered, signaling her to the car. In her heels, Jazzy waltzed toward the car, a light smirk on her face. Instead of heading to the passenger side of the vehicle, she stood at the driver's side, applying a knock into the window.

The dark tinted window lowered with ease, revealing Cameron's handsome face. "You're gonna get Kev fucked up," Jazzy warned him.

Cameron chuckled in amusement. "My bad. I told him to be nice."

"The nigga clearly lacks common sense," she muttered as she folded her arms across her chest. "What you call me out here for?" Jazzy asked with a slight attitude in her tone.

Reaching down to his lap, Cameron grabbed a thin white envelope, handing it over to Jazzy. The smirk Jazzy was previously sporting had made its way back to her face. She glided her acrylic gel painted nail underneath the flap of the envelope, opening it. Extracting the paper out of the envelope, she unfolded it before scanning her eyes over the document. "How I know these aren't fake?" she asked suspiciously as she turned the paper over so he could see it as well.

Cameron smacked his lips. "You think I'm that pressed for your pussy to fake some fucking test results?" He eyed her.

Jazzy shrugged her shoulders. "Niggas are wild these days."

Cameron chuckled as he eyed her. "They're legit," he confirmed truthfully.

Jazzy licked her lips before nodding. "I guess you have a clean dick after all," she mumbled and shrugged her shoulders.

Another laugh drifted out of him. "You can say that," he agreed with her.

She dropped the full screen test results onto his lap. "Well, nice seeing you, Cameron." She waved goodbye to him before she began walking off.

"You not gonna show me yours?" he called behind her as she continued to sashay away.

"No need.”

"So, I'm just supposed to trust you?!" he yelled behind her, causing her to abruptly halt her walking. Jazzy strode back toward him with a look of annoyance etched on her face.

"Okay, let's set some ground rules." She clasped her hands together. "One, don't be out here exploiting my business. We have nothing going on. Two, there is no trust between us. You do your own thing, and I do mine. As long as our own things don’t get back to each other, we’re good. Three, I'm only fucking you because you're really the only nigga who was persistent enough to make me pay you some mind. Plus, you paid that extra fee to have your test results expedited," she stated, causing a smooth chuckle to ease out of him.

"This is every nigga's dream," Jazzy arrogantly let out, smoothing her hands down her gorgeous body that was accentuated by her perky C-cup breasts, a small waist and curvy hips. "You could fuck this up two ways: your dick game could be trash, or you run your mouth like a bitch." She reached through the open window, flicking his plump bottom lip tauntingly. "Up to you.”

Jazzy's sex appeal came with a high dose of dominance. She liked to run the show, and that showed in the way she carried herself. No one was beneath her; however, she wasn't about to let anyone feel as though they had the upper hand.

Cameron leaned back in his seat behind the wheel of his Range Rover. His pearly white teeth bit his bottom lip before he nodded. "That's a bet," he agreed.

"Cameron, I'm warning you, if you chat like a female, I'll turn into your worst nightmare," she gave him another fair warning.

Cameron scoffed with an ounce of arrogance. "What are you capable of?"

Jazzy chuckled, finding his cockiness amusing. She enjoyed the fact that he was clueless about her affiliations and who she was related to, and she preferred to keep it that way. "Don't hurt yourself trying to play hard," she warned him. A smug smirk played out onto her face as she slapped Cameron's cheek lightly. She then proceeded to turn on her heels, sashaying back toward the door of the club to enter where she exited.

Jazzy definitely wasn't typical.

Chapter Four

Fluttering her eyes open, Britain couldn't help but smile. Her brown eyes were set on the gorgeous view of the open paned windows in Priest's bedroom. Instead of the bright lights from the gorgeous skyline that could be seen from the penthouse, Britain was met with the mixed hues of pink and orange as the sun rose in the sky while the waves crashed against the shore of the beach which just so happened to be right in the backyard.

A restless night for both Priest and Britain resulted in them packing light bags and escaping to the Hamptons. Britain was nervous about leaving so suddenly, but Priest didn't even care. The Hamptons were exactly what he needed at the moment. Just him, Britain, and the beach.

"Good morning," Priest's deep and raspy voice waved through her ears as he secured his strong arm around her frame, pulling her closer.

She rotated herself around in his hold, facing him with a smile on her face. He was currently rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as his thick, bushy brows fused together, causing a tired look to pan across his handsome face. "Morning, P," she greeted him as she cupped her hands around his perfectly structured face.

"What got you so happy?" he grumbled before placing a light kiss on her forehead.