Page 25 of The Love of Priest 2

"Sis, you really think that dinner for two was for you?

" Jazzy leaned up in her seat, hoping to talk some sense into her friend.

She had a way of being too insensitive, and she was working on it.

Hopefully, Taylor would break her own heart, and she didn't have to be the one to do it since J'Ru had gone AWOL again.

Taylor pursed her plump lips before shrugging her shoulders. "I mean he said?—"

"Bitch, you're dumb," Jazzy interjected with a shake of her head, shaming her.

A frown sank into Taylor's lips as she eyed her. "Jazzlyn!" she whined.

"What?! It's better if you hear it from me than him when he walks off into the sunset with Aja," Jazzy scoffed as she folded her arms across her chest.

Taylor screwed up her face. "Aja?" she questioned. "Aja from high school Aja?"

Jazzy winced in regret. "Ouu, I said too much, didn't I?"

"Wait. You knew about her?" Taylor tilted her head to the side.

Jazzy scoffed. "Taylor, you got to be joking. They're still married!"she stressed to her.

"They had some whack-ass courthouse wedding and a cookout in the 'jects when they were eighteen," she recounted with a screwed-up face of her own.

Jazzy stifled her laughter, knowing Taylor really wasn't trying to be funny at the moment. "Tay, a marriage is a marriage no matter how whack it is."

Taylor gulped, trying her best to accept what Jazzy was saying. "So, is she back? Have you seen her?"

Jazzy shook her head. "I haven't seen her yet, but I'm sure I will," she clarified. "C'mon, Tay. Dinner for two. Who else does Ru take out for dinner besides his mother, you, me, and Priest?"

Jazzy knew she may have been coming off a bit harsh, but that was the only way she could get through to Taylor.

J'Ru had the girl blind from saying all the right things, paying a few bills, and spoiling her rotten with designer pieces.

Her girl had to see past that for a moment.

J'Ru was married, and if he was ever asked to make a choice, it would've been Aja without any hesitation.

Before Taylor could respond to Jazzy, they both heard her stage name being announced over the music.

She saved face, discarding all the pain she was feeling. There was money to be made, and J'Ru's shortcomings weren't about to get in the way of that. "Kill it out there, Tay," Jazzy encouraged her with a light smile, hoping to cheer her up.

Taylor nodded. "Thank you." With that, she exited the locker room.

Jazzy exhaled a heavy breath, hating that she had to shake some sense into Taylor the way she did, but someone had to.

Remembering she had come to the club for more than Taylor's horrible love life, Jazzy averted her attention back to her phone.

Cameron:

I thought you weren't showing face at my club anymore. What brings you by?

Received 12:22 AM

Jazzlyn: Definitely not money. I made enough off you and your girls.

Delivered 12:46 AM

Cameron:

Work for me full time. You make your money and I make mine. I like seeing you around here even if you keep fronting like you don’t fuck with me for real .

Received 12:48 AM

Jazzy chuckled at the text. Now this is how you treat men! Others may have considered Jazzy toxic, but she really played the field like the men. If Taylor had taken some notes, she wouldn't have been blinded by J'Ru's lies and sweet nothings.

Jazzlyn: Sorry. I don't mix business and pleasure.

Delivered 12:49 AM

Cameron:

I expected that.

Received 12:50 AM

Jazzlyn: I'll meet you in your office.

Delivered 12:51 AM

A smirk danced across Jazzy's lips as she rose from her seat.

She made sure to secure Taylor's things in her locker, away from the rest of the dancers who all had a bad case of sticky fingers before she exited the locker room and continued to the back corner of the club.

The music began to seem less loud as she approached the door of Cameron's office.

Before she could lift her fist to knock, the door came flying open. In the door frame stood a woman attempting to exit the office. Jazzy’s brown eyes scanned the woman, assessing her attire.

She was clad in a tailored pant suit that she accessorized with pieces of gold jewelry.

Her hair was cut in a sharp bob that cupped her beautiful face.

In her hand was a small Gucci tote that seemed stuffed to capacity with what seemed like money since Jazzy could see a folded one-hundred-dollar bill caught in the zipper.

"Sorry. I didn't know you were busy," Jazzy apologized to Cameron as she stepped aside so the woman could make her way out.

"I'm not," he assured her. "I'll see you later, Avery," he said, dismissing the woman who seemed to have her oak brown orbs glued on Jazzy.

Avery cleared her throat before nodding her head.

She turned in the other direction, heading for the exit.

Once she made it out the hall, Cameron extended his hand for Jazzy to take.

Her eyes scanned him questioningly. She decided to hold off on the questions and placed her hand in his. He whisked her into his office, shutting and locking the door behind her. "She was pretty," Jazzy told Cameron, referring to Avery.

Cameron chuckled as he nodded. "She gets that a lot, not enough to have her in here making money, though."

Jazzy laughed. "Not everyone wants to strip, Cameron. Stop trying to be everybody’s pimp."

He laughed as he sat on the corner of his desk, his hands secured at Jazzy's waist. "I gotta keep a roster of bitches in here to keep this club running. Taylor's heading out in a few months, and she’s my headliner. I gotta find the next big thing."

Jazzy sighed lightly. "Yeah, that's neither here nor there, though," she dismissed the matter of business since she no longer considered the club as her place of work.

"How long have you been here?" he asked her.

She pulled her hair to the left side of her face, exposing the right side of her neck. Cameron instinctively craned down, applying light kisses along her smooth skin. "A few hours. I just helped Taylor get ready."

"Why didn't you come up earlier?" He lifted his head from her neck as he eyed her.

Jazzy exhaled a deep breath. He was really killing the mood with all these questions. "Because I didn't want you earlier. I want you now," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Jazzlyn, what's up with you?" he sighed as he shook his head.

"No, what's up with you?" She eyed him oddly. "I didn't come here to chit chat or even act like we have things to talk about. You know how it is. Stop acting like things have changed."

Jazzy was different. It was almost as if she had no emotions at all.

Cameron tried hard to actually get to know her, weave some deep feeling out of her, but it was impossible.

She only gave out what everyone could see: her name, her age, and her amazing sense of style. Everything else was a mystery.

Cameron shook his head once more, this time dismissing the feelings and questions he previously had. "Never mind," he waved it off as he pulled her closer. As he inched his lips closer to hers, she turned her head the other way, quickly avoiding his kiss.

"That’s not what I came in here for,” she reiterated. She didn’t need him to take things slow with her. She wanted him to get straight to the point.

Cameron's intoxicating brown eyes locked with hers. He looked a bit defeated, but he quickly masked it. "Bet," he agreed.

Jazzy smirked as she smoothly directed his head down, below her waistline.

He knelt down, gliding Jazzy's lace panties off effortlessly. His lips made contact with her wet pussy, planting the kiss he so badly wanted to land on her lips.

As Cameron explored the depths of Jazzy's pussy with his tongue, silky moans escaped her lips.

On the opposite side of the door stood Cameron's wife, Avery, with her ear pressed against the door.

She heard every lust-driven moan and heavy breath Jazzy let out, along with each amorous call of Cameron's name.

Avery finally knew.