Page 97 of The Love of Priest 2

Avery was a bit put off by Jazzy. With her head tilted slightly, Avery furrowed her brows.

"Why should I make an exception or even do business with you when you're fucking my husband?

" Avery questioned Jazzy as she reached for a framed photo on her desk, turning it around to display a family portrait of herself, her daughter Dreux, and none other than Cameron Combs.

A silence circulated the room as Jazzy eyed the portrait, completely stunned.

Kaymen and J'Ru stood behind her, exchanging confused glances with each other.

They had come for business, not to hear the wife of the nigga Jazzy was dealing with confront her for being a mistress.

Quite frankly, that was just way too much information for them.

Jazzy and Taylor definitely had their suspicions about Cameron sleeping with Avery when they saw her leaving his office, but Jazzy never thought she was his wife.

Because she had just learned about Cameron being married when he and Britain had their run-in at the boutique, there was no way in hell Jazzy would have ever thought to make the connection.

Here she was thinking she would be sitting before Avery with the utmost confidence to get her on board with their business, only for her personal business to be outed blatantly.

Jazzy pursed her lips as she shifted her eyes from the portrait to Avery, whose brown orbs were searing into Jazzlyn as she awaited a response.

Avery was fully aware of what Cameron had going on with Jazzy.

She had even heard them fucking in his office with her own two ears.

This wasn't the first case of Cameron’s infidelity she dealt with; however, this one was the most secretive.

When it came to Jazzy, Cameron actually did the work to keep things under wraps.

By the time Avery found out about Jazzlyn, the two had been messing around for months.

That was much longer than all the other women Avery confronted Cameron about.

Jazzy flipped her hair over her shoulder as she matched Avery's eye contact. "You think I'd be sitting in your office right now if I knew he was your husband?" she questioned.

Avery's shoulders motioned in a shrug. "Depends on how bold you are," she stated with a scowl masking her face.

"I'm bold," Jazzlyn asserted. "Not disrespectful.”

Jazzlyn looked over her shoulder at both Kaymen and J'Ru, who were trying to wrap their heads around the situation.

Internally, she felt so much shame for all of this being exposed right in their faces, but she couldn't sulk in those feelings.

At the end of the day, she came for business, and something told Jazzy that despite the fact that Avery was checking her for fucking her husband, she was still going to walk out of this office with a victory.

"Can you guys excuse us? We have some shit that needs to be cleared up," Jazzy requested for J'Ru and Kaymen to step out.

The men nodded their heads before exiting the office and shutting the door behind them. Their exit gave Avery and Jazzy the privacy they needed so they could openly discuss the dick they had been sharing. "I assume you have questions," Jazzy said to Avery while leaning back in her seat.

Avery nodded her head. "You didn't know about me, huh?"

Jazzy shook her head. "He told me had been single for years. To be frank, he's actually the one who gave me your card. I don't think he ever thought we would be having this conversation." A sly chuckle aired out of her.

"Of course he gave you my card," Avery exhaled a deep breath as she leaned her head back against her seat. "That's just fucking like him."

Jazzy could hear the pain in Avery's tone.

It was evident that she wasn't the first woman Avery confronted.

Avery sounded defeated and out of any energy to fuss, cry, or be in denial by solely blaming Jazzy.

Now this far into a marriage with Cameron, Avery knew who she was dealing with.

The only element of surprise left was the matter of who else was he fucking.

"How serious did you two get?" Avery raised a brow.

"Nothing serious," Jazzy declared with a shake of her head. "I wasn't looking to be loved by someone, nor was I seeking a man. It was casual fucking… at least on my part," Jazzlyn revealed, being openly honest with Avery.

Hearing Jazzlyn describe her relationship with Cameron as casual fucking made her stomach churn. It only made her feel more disposable and less loved. Cameron was willing to sacrifice years of marriage and their daughter, Dreux, over some casual sex. "And how old are you?" Avery asked Jazzy.

"I'm twenty," Jazzlyn responded.

From the other side of the desk, Jazzy watched Avery run her fingers through her blunt cut shoulder length bob in frustration.

It was all beginning to make sense to Avery.

The sly comments Cameron had been making lately about her age.

His suggestion that she wear less conservative attire and show more skin.

He even went as far as telling Avery that she should try longer hair instead of her usual bob hairstyle.

It was evident by the look of Jazzy's style and her age that Cameron was slowly trying to morph Avery into her because she was who he found attractive, not Avery.

"I wasn't aware of you. He sold himself to me as if he were a bachelor who was unmarried and had no children," Jazzy further explained. "I recently learned he was married, like a week ago, but again, I didn't know his accountant was also his wife."

Avery leaned up in her seat. "How'd you find out he was married?" she asked.

Jazzy didn't want to divulge Britain's business with Cameron's current wife.

It wasn't her story to tell. "I ran into him with a friend of mine, and she mentioned it while talking to him.

Of course, he was a coward about it, but I expected that.

He doesn't owe me any loyalty with the situation we had.

However, I don't appreciate how bad of a spot he put me in.

I don't get down with married men. I'm so much more than a dirty little mistress, and soon he will realize that.”

Jazzy meant every word she said about being Cameron's karma. Her first thought was to have him touched just because she had the means and connections to do so, but sitting across from Avery at this very moment had other plans brewing in her mind.

"You can't prove anything to a man with as much arrogance as Cameron." Avery shook her head, indicating that Jazzy had a long road ahead of her.

"Sounds like you been through this before," Jazzy pointed out, noticing how quickly Avery's hurt subsided.

A bitter chuckle aired out of Avery as she picked up the family portrait she had on display. "You are one of many. I have to admit, you have been the youngest yet most respectful out of the other women he's dealt with." Avery shifted her gaze from the picture to Jazzy.

"I'm hoping you'll take me as your sign to get you and your daughter the fuck away from him," she encouraged Avery. It was evident that Avery had been through the wringer with Cameron.

The way Cameron used to act when he and Jazzy first met began to make sense to Jazzy.

His overly dominant and obsessive behavior stemmed from his wife not only knowing about all the trifling shit he had going on but accepting it as well.

Avery had fallen madly in love with a facade he portrayed to her for years.

Her love for him and the hope she had of keeping the family she created alongside him under one roof kept her fighting to see if she could get the Cameron she fell in love with back.

Cameron manipulated her and took complete control of her life.

He bound her to only him, isolating her from her family and friends.

He had the life he wanted Avery to live plotted out in his mind since the day he got on one knee and proposed to her.

Jazzy watched as Avery admired the family portrait before sitting it back on the desk to be on full display as if she were proud of it.

"That’s a lot harder than you think," she stated, clearing her throat.

"You're young. You haven't taken vows, you have no children, you have a full life ahead of you. You aren't stuck."

Jazzy wanted to pity Avery, but she couldn't bring herself to do so.

Avery sounded so much like her mother, Sylvia, that it began to make her physically feel sick to her stomach.

"Listen, I can't want it more than you do, but I can help," she offered before looking over her shoulder at J'Ru and Kaymen who remained outside of the office waiting for the ladies to wrap up their personal drama so they could get to business.

"The same thing you do for Cameron and that club, I need you to do it for me and me solely?—"

"I can't just stop doing business for him," Avery quickly interjected.

"You let me handle that. All you have to do is your job right and don't fuck up my numbers.

You'll get your cut, and you can find your way with your child.

I'm not here to force your hand, but this the best deal you have coming your way, unless you like dealing with a nigga like Cameron," Jazzlyn proposed the deal.

She was sure Avery was going to need a lot more than just money to get away from Cameron, but that would be a great start.

Based on the amount of control Cameron seemed to have over Avery, she wouldn't have been surprised if he controlled her money as well.

Pulling in money that he would have no access to would begin the process of her finding her own way out.

Avery sat in her seat, contemplating whether she should take Jazzy's offer.

She talked a good talk, but what if Cameron found out?

Cameron knew exactly what would bring Avery to her knees: their daughter Dreux.

As soon as he found out she was going against him, he was going to fight tooth and nail to take Dreux away from her.

It would be an easy win for him legally since her medical history of battling depression and the manic episodes he induced from his constant manipulation were all documented and accessible to be used against her in court.

He always threatened her with such, and she knew Cameron would do it if she even let the thought of leaving him cross her mind.

Avery pursed her lips as she shamefully shook her head, declining Jazzy's offer. "I can't lose my daughter," she throated out. Avery wasn't willing to sacrifice her child.

Jazzy let out a deep sigh. "Listen, I ain’t saying money can fix all the issues in the world, but you'll be more than okay.

You'll be able to get the best of the best to represent you in this divorce and custody battle.

You have to not only want better for yourself, but your child as well.

Just let me help you," Jazzlyn persisted.

As Avery’s eyes bore into her, she could sense genuine compassion.

It was the first time in many years that she felt that from anyone.

Cameron had turned her into a weak individual who thought no one cared about her.

Sitting across from the young lady who she only knew through Cameron's infidelity, Avery felt more compassion than she had ever felt from her husband.

A moment of silence plunged over the room as Avery took time to reconsider the proposition. Mustering up the strength, she found the courage to nod her head. "I'll do it," she agreed, causing an instant state of relief to wash over both her and Jazzy.

Proud that Avery was taking the first steps to free herself from Cameron, Jazzlyn shot her a smile. "You won't regret it," she asserted. Navigating to the door, Jazzlyn retrieved J'Ru and Kaymen, motioning for them to join them in the office.

"Y'all good?" Kaymen raised a brow as he shifted his eyes between both women.

Jazzlyn nodded her head. "We're good.”

"Check this out. I don't really wanna know what was discussed between the two of you.

I just wanna know if we're getting in business with the right person.

If you fuck this up, you're gonna have more than some petty little drama over some bum-ass nigga at your doorstep," J'Ru threatened.

"Before you handle any of my paper, I'm gone need some collateral,” he told Avery just as Kaymen picked up the family portrait that remained on her desk.

Both Avery and Jazzy watched as Kaymen extracted his phone from his back pocket, taking a quick photo of the framed portrait.

"You understand, right?" Kaymen asked as he returned the portrait to Avery's desk.

Avery nodded her head. "I understand," she nervously throated out.

"We'll set something up so you will know how much you'll be working with. We'll also get in touch with you about your cut. We don't have to worry about you stealing from us, right?" Kaymen raised a brow at Avery, who shook her head.

"Bet," Kaymen concluded. "Pleasure doing business with you." He extended his hand for Avery to shake.

"Likewise." Avery shook his hand, then transitioned to shaking J'Ru's hand.

Jazzy gave Avery a light yet encouraging head nod. This was Avery’s start of reclaiming her life, and ironically, it was gifted to her by one of her husband's mistresses.

Avery was ending her agonizing cycle of Cameron Combs.