Page 71 of The Love of Priest 2

The fact that they really didn't know how to be angry at each other made things awkward between them.

Most of their disputes always ended with them having a mutual understanding, but with this one, there was no middle ground.

She hated the fact that she knew eventually she would be the one giving in since he wasn't about to.

For the moment, she just needed some space.

Hopefully, some time without her would cause him to reconsider his deal with Suzette.

The two eased back into a silence, Priest focusing on the road while Britain distracted herself with her phone.

Eventually, they arrived at the ramp. He bypassed security with ease, driving toward the appointed ramp where her private flight was awaiting her.

A heavy sigh drifted out of her as she caught the sight of the aircraft.

Despite being upset with him, she was still having trouble leaving.

She wanted to be a strong and cold woman who knew how to prove a point, but deep down inside, she was going to miss and long for him as much as he would for her.

"I got the same pilot and crew from our flight so you would be comfortable," he enlightened her.

She smiled as she angled herself to face him. She wasn't sure if he was trying to kiss up to her at the last minute or if he was just being his usual considerate and detailed self. Either way, she was extremely appreciative. "Thank you, P." She reached her hand over to caress his bearded face.

"It's nothing," he waved her off.

The two had arrived a bit early, so the jet wasn't ready for take-off quite yet. This left them with some time to talk before she flew back to New York. He kept his gaze on the aircraft while her eyes seared into him.

"Tell me why you're upset," she said to Priest, causing his brows to furrow in confusion as he turned his head to look at her.

He shot her an unsure look before she nodded, encouraging him to proceed. Running his hand down his face, he huffed out a breath. "I just wish you would see me through this instead of taking an easy out," he shrugged.

Britain pursed her lips, trying her best not to be offended. "This is not an easy out," she corrected him. "This is me reevaluating my life after you went back on what you promised me."

"Let's say you come back a week from now. Will shit have changed by then?" he asked.

Britain motioned her shoulders in a shrug.

"I don't know, Priest. You tell me. I just don't understand how even when we're feet away from the jet I'm about to board the thought of maybe reconsidering your new business role still hasn’t crossed your mind," she scoffed while shaking her head, shaming him.

Priest smacked his lips. "C'mon,Gioia. You don't think I've thought of every possible way for me to get myself out of this so I could keep you here with me? I'm stuck with this one," he assured her as he shook his head.

They were at a crossroads, and at the moment, neither of them could bend their wants and beliefs. "If there's a will, then there's a way," she mumbled as she set her eyes on the jet.

He leaned his head back against the headrest of his seat. "You're right," he agreed. "Gimme some time to figure this shit out."

"I'm not gonna drop everything and run back to you once you have things figured out," she warned him with a side eye.

Priest shook his head. "I don't expect you to, but I'm not gonna sit back and just wait. I don't care if I have to fly back to New York myself. You ain't never fucking leaving me," he threatened, causing Britain to chuckle.

Britain scoffed again. "You're dead, remember?"

He smacked his lips carelessly. "I don't give a fuck."

Together, the two burst into laughter. Their unorthodox life had become their new normal, and speaking on it in such a casual manner was amusing.

It was nice to share some laughter with each other since they had so much tension between them.

Priest extended his pinky finger to Britain, causing her to glance down at it questioningly.

"Promise me you'll miss me enough to come back to me soon," he proposed as he eyed her through his dark orbs.

Without any hesitation, she hooked her pinky with his. "You promise me that you’ll never make me feel like I made the biggest mistake of my life ever again. Keep all your promises to me like you've been doing," she requested.

"You got my word,Gioia," he agreed to another promise that he had no intentions of breaking.

Sealing the promise, the two kept their pinkies interlocked for a while before parting their fingers.

Glancing out the window, she could see the door to the jet open as the stairs were wheeled over to the aircraft so she could board it.

Pursing her lips, she glanced over at Priest who was sporting a bleak expression.

"That's my cue," she said, motioning her head toward the jet.

He exhaled a heavy sigh as he nodded his head. "Yeah," he said as he reached for his door. Exiting the vehicle, he made his way around to assist her out. She shuffled behind him as he handed over her bags to the flight attendant to be taken up the steps of the jet.

Turning around, he faced her, his eyes peering down at her. She gazed up at him, a light smile gracing her face. "I love you," he professed to her as he opened his arms.

Britain instantaneously fell into his embrace, clinging to his chest. No matter how upset and unforgiving she felt, she was still madly in love with him and vice versa. "I love you too," she replied, letting the smooth scent of his Creed cologne fill her nostrils.

"Come back to me when you're ready. Just don't take too long." He sat a kiss on the top of her head.

Britain nodded her head, remaining in his embrace for a little while longer.

It pained her to part ways from him, but she couldn't see herself bottling in all her true feelings just to appease him and his wants.

He made a selfish move, and although their relationship was never tit for tat, his decision made her think that maybe she was too selfless when it came to him.

Her mind was scattered, and she needed to figure things out without being met with his dark orbs full of sorrow.

Some distance and time would do them well.

His hold on her faltered, releasing her so she could make her way toward the jet.

He leaned against their Bentley Bentayga, watching as she boarded the plane.

She was sure to wave goodbye to him, which he returned by kissing his two fingers and gesturing the kiss in her direction.

Once Britain got on the jet, the door was pulled shut, causing a sinking feeling to settle in the pit of his stomach.

He had to let her go.