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He glanced down at his watch, checking the time. They had been adjusting to their new time zone the best they could. Luckily for them, though, Ibiza was heavily supported by tourism, so the vibe wasn't much different from the nonstop city life in New York. The nightlife was vibrant and carried into the wee hours of the morning, so they never had to turn in earlier than they were used to.

"Brit, you said five minutes! It's been twenty!" he called out to her from the lower level of the spiral staircase.

He could hear her laugh as she continued to shuffle around to get ready. "I'm sorry!” she apologized. "I'm coming down now!”

Priest shook his head before taking a final pull from his joint. Today, he wanted to take Britain on a nice, romantic outing. The day prior, she had managed to fill their itinerary with random things to do, starting with a trip to what Ibiza considered theHippieMarket. She bought from as many street vendors as she could so she would have a mass of souvenirs to remind her of the sporadic celebratory trip.

After theHippieMarket, she dragged Priest along to a downtown-like spot that was calledThe Central. There, they were able to listen to various types of live music, watch traditional dances, and eat whatever street food they had a taste for. Britain was glad that he allowed her to adjust his plans because she really felt like they needed to let loose like wild children before doing all the relaxing and romantic things he had in mind.

As promised, she sauntered down the stairs in a striking pair of Saint Laurent heels. He cast his eyes on her, admiring the powder blue two-piece outfit that fit her body perfectly. The nice blouse buttoned right underneath her breast leaving just enough showing to pique the imagination. Her curvaceous hips filled the paired shorts, complimenting her figure beautifully. Around her neck was her radiant tennis necklace with her diamond'G'pendant that represented her given nickname,Gioia.Priest had sporadically given her the gift a few months back and was pleased to see that she had made it a usual piece she wore whenever she dressed up.

He rose to his feet, making his way toward her. He extended his hand out to her to assist her down the last few steps. "I'm ready," she announced while smiling up at him.

Priest chuckled as he nodded his head. "Finally. You look gorgeous," As always, he complimented her attire before craning down and sitting a light kiss on her lips.

"Thank you, P. You look handsome." Reaching up, she cupped his face in her hands before bringing him down to her height for another kiss.

He expressed his gratitude for the compliment before he allowed her to lead the way out of the villa. Just to make transportation a lot smoother for them, he had rented a vehicle. After aiding her into the vehicle, he made his way around to get in himself. "Where are we going?" she asked as he sat his hand on her thigh.

Priest chuckled, knowing how bad she hated surprises. She liked to know everything, down to the last detail. He enjoyed watching her squirm to figure things out, though. "You'll see when we get there,Gioia," he smirked, causing Britain to roll her eyes.

"Why do you like doing this to me?" she groaned dramatically.

Priest applied a mild squeeze to her thigh, indicating that she should just relax instead of trying to press him with questions. "‘Cause it's funny," he responded to her with a bit of laughter.

To help get her mind off Priest's mystery date, Britain tuned her curious thoughts out with music. She sang her heart out to different songs on her playlist as Priest listened in amusement. Once the car came to a smooth halt, she eagerly looked out the window to assess their surroundings.

They were parked at a pier that had a string of yachts docked to it. Her lips curled into a smile as she turned her head around in Priest's direction. "I'm not having sex with you on a yacht again," she jokingly warned him as she pointed her finger in his face.

Priest laughed as he recalled the last time they sailed out on his yacht in the Hamptons. "You bringing it up without me mentioning it first only means you want me to fuck you on a yacht again," he manipulated her words with a mannish smirk prancing his face.

Britain laughed as she shook her head. "You are so full of yourself," she dismissively waved him off, not bothering to shut down his assumption.

"And you want to be full of me," Priest noted as he smirked tauntingly. He killed the engine of the vehicle before stepping out, his Versace sneakers making contact with the rocky gravel beneath him. He maneuvered around the vehicle, offering Britain his hand so she could get out as well.

The wind blew over them softly, causing Britain's hair to brush against her face. He reached down, stroking the flyaway hairs out of her face and lip gloss so they wouldn't bother her. "Thank you." She grinned up at him.

Priest nodded his head as he tucked her hair behind both of her ears to prevent the breeze from having her tresses all over her face again. Due to how uneven and bumpy the gravel was, he secured his hands at her sides so she could safely make it to the leveled surface of the pier in her heels.

He directed her toward the yacht he rented for the day. Just like his yacht in the Hamptons, it was already fully equipped with a captain. She listened as he and the appointed captain had a polite exchange of words in Spanish. For the most part, she just let him do all the talking in Ibiza. His quadrilingual abilities allowed her to go without the hassle of miscommunications and the use of her Google Translate app.

With assistance, she made the jump from the dock onto the boat with ease. "Awe, this is really nice, P." She looked over her shoulder at him.

Priest smiled in response before hooking his arm around her shoulder. He planned a nice dinner on the yacht as they sailed to the other side of the island for the final part of the date. Priest was the master of pulling strings and having unbelievable connections, so he knew this outing would be great for them.

With her hand cupped in his, he led her toward the lower level of the yacht. Her mouth went slightly agape at the surplus of ruby red roses that littered the room. A table decorated in a classic white tablecloth with candles and champagne glasses was set at the center of the room. He glanced down at her, satisfied that she was in awe with everything he pulled together.

She always went on about her fantasy of being surprised with vibrant rose petals and roses. Of course, whenever she did tell him about this fantasy, he teased her about it being such a cliche, but here he was, making her fantasy a reality. "Priest," she whined with her bottom lip pouting.

He chuckled as he nodded his head. "I mean, I asked for rose petals, but I didn't think they would go this crazy," he teased as he took a look around for himself. The room was flooded with petals, making it impossible to walk around without stepping on them.

Her hand lightly hit his chest in laughter. "Why do you have to be so smug?" she asked as he pulled her into an embrace.

Priest smirked before shrugging his shoulders. "Makes me look playa, even though I simp hard over you."

"Awe," she cooed as she reached up, cupping his handsome face in her hands. "I love you, playa." She steered him down to her height so they could meet for a kiss.

"I love you too, playa," he told her once they parted from the kiss. A beaming smile created a mask on her face that she had no intentions of taking off.