Story - PASTOR'S SECOND WIFE (Part 5)
I became a shadow of myself after the second encounter with
Deji. Since then Deji practically turned me to his sex slave. He has since
forgotten everything about Stella and her pregnancy. The will to say no to him
died because I saw no need stopping him again. He has seen everything in me. At
a time I began to enjoy it too. It grew from casual sex to an affair.
Deji relocated me from my house to a better accommodation
around Ikeja. He got the house without discussing it with me. He called me one
afternoon, Mercy where are you? At the office of course. He asked me to take a
30 minutes excuse to join him around Ojudu side, that he has a surprise for me.
What could that be? I thought within me. I left office to meet him at the
junction he promised to wait for me ."Enter the car", he ordered me.
I obeyed and he drove me straight into a compound and pointed at a two bedroom
flat, "This is your new house". He handed over the keys to me and
asked me to enter the car again. He drove me back to the same junction and gave
me N2,000 to take a cab back to the office. I watched the whole thing like
drama. I was so surprised that I couldn't utter a word to him.
For three days, I was still pondering on what happened. I
didn't step into the house until a week later. When I got to the house to do
some clean up, I was shocked! Deji had furnished the house to a desirable
taste. He bought everything I will ever need in the house including a set of
foreign couch. He kept the spare keys with him so he could come anytime he
chose. Deji was readily available like a man who is not married. Sometimes, I
wondered what he tells his wife because he was always with me. My house became
his second home. He pays my bills and even opened a savings account for me
where he transfers N10,000 into every Monday. This was neither my pocket money
nor my upkeep. He has never failed to make the transfer every Monday.
After sometimes, he moved me back to the headquarter church
as the choir leader. I became so powerful in the church that I was the brain
behind almost all the decisions of the church including local transfers. Deji
knows how to play his game so well that nobody suspected anything between us.
At the church, he's very formal and official. He's hardworking and you hardly
see lapses in his work.
On the 13th of January, I began to feel feverish. I called
Deji, I need to go to the hospital, I told him on phone. I have been feeling
feverish and tired for some days. I have taken panadol but no relief at all.
"I will come and take you there shortly", he promised. "No,
there won't be need for that. I will be fine", I assured him.
You are already guessing the reason for my sickness, wait
till you read what happened in part six.
A Story By Ayodele Adeoye
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