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"I'm tired of giving you the same speech,Gioia.You can't handle it," he said to her while securing his arms around her waist.

Britain craned down, pecking hips tender lips lightly. "I think I can handle Sylvia and Paula bad mouthing me to the press," she scoffed arrogantly.

Priest's face screwed up. "Wait. What you mean Paula?" He furrowed his brows up at her.

Britain tilted her head to the side in some confusion. "You did watch the entire video, right?"

A guilty look spread across his face. "Nah, after Sylvia started to mention you, I just turned it off. The shit was pure nonsense," he shrugged dismissively.

"Well, Paula and Sylvia made a nice little alliance on your behalf," Britain muttered with a roll of her eyes. "And their rival just so happens to be me.”

Priest scoffed in deep annoyance at the fact that Paula had somehow still managed to nestle herself into one of the cracks in his life. She was relentless at this point. Sylvia always had a like for Paula. They were one in the same, so Priest wasn't surprised. It was almost like the two discussed their motives for Priest andhis finances with each other and promised not to get in each other's way.

"I'll take care of it," he assured Britain.

Britain nodded her head. Paula had a way of angering Priest like no other. Adding Sylvia to the mix only made his anger brew more. The two were in for something that neither could handle.

"See, it's a blessing in disguise that I watched that video. You're falling off your game, playa," Britain bragged as she smiled cheekily.

Priest shot her an unmoved stale face. "Shut up," he muttered, causing her to laugh.

He didn't want to admit it, but she was right. Paula aiding his mother would have gone completely over his head if Britain hadn't informed him. "Hear me out," she told him in a light voice before planting a gentle kiss on his neck. "I won't intervene, nor will I be overly emotional."

Priest's jaw clenched just as Britain began trailing her kisses up to his structured jaw line. "You can't control that," he rebutted.

"I can, and I will. Watch me." She lifted her head so he could see the arrogant smirk that graced her lips. Priest shot her a stern glare, causing her to lightly laugh. Ignoring his glares, her hands tracked underneath his shirt.

The feeling of her cold hands against his chest caused his dark orbs to sear into hers. "You're dangerous,Gioia." A deep chuckle rolled out of him as he shook his head.

Her hands slipped out of his shirt, trailing down to the waist of his jeans. His bottom lip rested between his perfectly aligned set of teeth as his eyes filled with lust. "It's not fun if it's not dangerous," she laughed lightly. "You taught me that, remember?" She leaned in closer, taunting him by hovering her plump lips over his.

Priest felt himself conceding to Britain and her arousing tactics, but then he caught himself. Leaning back slightly, he shook his head, causing a defeated look to smear across her face. "You thought you were about to seduce me into letting you win this fight?" he scoffed.

A pouty glare came onto her face as she rose from his lap. Her arms were folded across her chest in a bratty manner as she made her way back to her seat. Priest brought his chair closer to the table, grabbing his utensils before resuming eating his dinner. "Now, we can have this conversation later so we can enjoy the romantic shit I set up for you," he stated as he shrugged his shoulders smugly.

As much as she wanted to continue to glare at him, Britain couldn't resist the laugh that overtook her. "I'm engaged to an asshole." She shook her head, playfully shaming him.

Priest eyed her in amusement as she picked up her utensils, returning to eating her food as well. "And you're hardheaded, so I think we're fucking even," he retorted in a jesting manner.

After wrapping up their dinner, he took Britain's hand, leading her to the upper level of the yacht. She was in complete awe at the scenery Ibiza had to offer. The deep blue waters drifted underneath them as eroded rocks piled on top of each other, standing tall within the ocean. It was simply gorgeous.

Priest wrapped his muscular arms around her petite waist, nestling his head in the crook of her neck. "Can we just live like this forever?" She exhaled a relaxed breath as the breeze brushed past them.

Priest chuckled as he nodded his head. "We can," he agreed. "It's definitely possible."

Britain rotated around in his arms to look up at him. "I know I can't promise to be your peace for however long we're together since I do have my moments," she began, causing another chuckle to stream out of him. "But I do want to give you whatyou've been searching for all your life." She sprouted up on her tippy toes to peck his lips with a kiss.

"That sense of home?" Priest asked.

Britain nodded her head with a smile. "And I'm willing to fill it up with however many kids God sees fit to bless us with."

Jokingly, Priest rolled his eyes at her mentioning children to him again. "You and these kids.”

"P, we never really had a talk about kids before. Children are exciting, don't you think?" She had this beaming smile etched across her face, showcasing how ecstatic she was for their future kids. She felt like Priest would be a wonderful father. He'd been that pristine father figure for so many children, so she believed it wouldn't hurt to actually have his own.

Priest felt a tightness arise in his chest at the thought of kids. Children were wonderful and could make him weak at the heart in seconds, but he never really envisioned having children of his own. He had never had a slip up with any woman, nor had he ever had a scare. Priest was just content with living life without continuing what everyone considered to be his legacy.

Seeing that he didn't really offer her much of a response, she furrowed her brows at him. "I sound stupid, don't I?" She shook her head sheepishly.