Story - PASTOR'S SECOND WIFE (Part 2)
I am sure you are aware your friend is pregnant again. That
was his first statement when we met in his office. I chose his office for the
venue of the meeting to avoid suspicion. "Which of my friend sir?" I
asked him sarcastically. The way he looked at me, I could read surprise on his
face. "You mean you are not aware?" He asked. I didn’t say anything
until he gave the answer to my question. "Stella of course", he
replied shamefully. Of course, that was what I wanted. Who is responsible for
her pregnancy sir? I queried my pastor again. He looked at me with disbelieve.
But this time I was ready for pastor, it wasn’t going to be business as usual.
I refused to look at his face so I won't feel bad. Sister Mercy I need you to
do this last favour for me and I will never come to ask for more, he said. What
favour sir? Are you the one responsible for the pregnancy this time again?
I thought you are a man of God? This is the fifth time you
are impregnating your own member and you are not ashamed of this evil act sir.
Your wife has been looking unto God for the fruit of the womb for almost ten
years and you can’t give her a baby. Instead of killing all these babies why
don’t you keep this one? Maybe that is the last baby you will ever have in your
lifetime. I have made a covenant with my God that I will never be part of this
again. I don’t want to further stain my hands with innocent blood. Please count
me out sir. Immediately, I picked my bag to walk out on him. He quickly stood
up from his seat and grabbed me. ''Please Sister Mercy you can’t go, he almost
went on his knees begging me. While I was struggling to force my way out, his
right hand touched my breast and I felt a sensation that turned me on
immediately. He did not remove his hand from my breast, and on a deep look into
his eyes; you could read on my face saying; "what is happening?" My
legs were glued to the floor, my voice became faint. I tried to explain to my
mind what was happening but I couldn’t.
How will I tell my friend what just happened
between me and pastor; a man she’s pregnant for? I went to see him to solve a
problem but another problem had arisen. At this time, I stopped blaming my
friend for getting pregnant for him five times. It is not her fault. There's
something different with pastor Olumodeji’s touch that an average woman cannot
resist. I tried to lift that thought of the touch out of my mind but it kept
flashing back lustfully. I told Stella I will be with her shortly but here I am
thinking about the touch from the pastor after two hours. Mercy, what is wrong
with you? I asked myself frankly. I have never felt this way in my life. How
can I explain to my conscience that I am beginning to fall in love with my
pastor because of one touch? "This is strange." I told myself. I need
to go and see Stella now, but what will I tell her?
A Story By Ayodele Adeoye
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