CHAPTER FOUR.

I was done washing up and had my towel lazily tied on my waist before making my way to the huge walk in closet. I wanted to wear something casual yet something that would impress Ayita. After looking for a while, I picked up a black pants and a black matching button up shirt.

After placing the clothes on the bed, my phone buzzed and the caller ID made me hold my breath for a while. Why was she calling? She wanted to cancel at the dying minute?

Looking at the time, it was already past two and she was supposed to be here by three. I cleared all my schedule for her so I pray she doesn’t disappoint, then I press the receive button.

“Hello” I tried to make my voice as neutral as possible but I couldn’t contain my excitement when speaking with her. It was like she had cast a spell on me and I was not willing to come out of that spell.

“Jesus” I muttered under my breath and quickly did the sign of the cross, I was a priest and I shouldn’t be thinking such things. It was not of the lord but of the devil.

“Zayn” her melodious voice filtered into my ear and I found myself gulping, why was everything about her so intriguing?

“Ayita, what a pleasure it is for you to call me”

Was that the appropriate thing to say? I just don’t know. Seems like I become tongue tied when it comes to her.

“I am outside your office but someone told me you have not yet arrived”

Shoot!!!

She was here!!

I was keeping her waiting!!

“Sorry, I will be there in a minute”

“Okay then, I will be waiting”

Then she pressed the end button.

I flung my phone on the bed and quickly got dressed. Part of me wanted to invite her over to the house and maybe something could happen but that would be too extreme and what was I thinking was going to happen?

“Get your acts together, zayn” I yell at myself deep inside my head before grabbing my bike keys. I opted for the bike because it was faster and I would be able to feel the breeze of the American summer on my skin.

Luckily I arrived in time and there she was seated with the catechist and two of them seemed to be in a kind of conversation seeing the way she was smiling at him.

I could immediately feel a kind of anger rising inside of me, why was she smiling at him?

“Ayita” I called her name the moment I entered the office and two of them turned to me, she still had that sweet smile on her face. My anger immediately vanished.

“I am sorry for keeping you,” I added and she nodded.

“It’s okay, hope I didn’t interrupt anything?”

“Not at all” I nodded in the negative vigorously, “I was actually getting ready to come”

“Very well then”

After talking, I walked over to my door and threw it open before gesturing for her to enter and with one last look at the man, I disappeared behind the door and closed it. Now I had her all to myself.

Ayita was dressed in a pair of white flag pants and a black buttoned shirt which was neatly tucked into the pants and her tiny waist and curvy body stood out impeccably in those clothes and her white tinted hair added a lot of complement to her. She wasn’t wearing any makeup but she looked as stunning as the first day I saw her… African women were surely beautiful.

“What should I offer you?” I asked her, I was trying to distract myself from eating her whole with my eyes.

I hastily recited Galatians 5 verse 16 to myself but it was not much of a help. I was still ogling at her.

“You look good by the way” her voice floated across to me.

“Thank you” I was fiddling with my pen and it was like she noticed it.

“Hope everything is fine?”

“Yes, so let’s start”

“Sure”

I was hoping to get everything over with and get away from her. Shs was making me think and picture her in an inappropriate manner.

“Oh yes”

Then Ayita leaned forward and I could still see her cleavage from the opened button at the top of her shirt. How would it feel if I was able to grab those breasts I’m my hand and make her scream my name..

Fuck!!!!

What the hell was wrong with me?

This was insane and I was willingly going astray.

I clasped my head over my rosary and said a silent prayer.

“You don’t look fine, zayn”

Maybe the poor woman was not even aware of what she was doing to me.

“I am fine, please continue”

The happy look on her face disappeared and I could see pure sadness in those hazel eyes and my heart clenched. What kind of trauma was she experiencing that she needed therapy this badly?

“I met Ethan when I was still in college and we became friends after that” Ayita began to narrate her story and I tried to listen with rapt attention even if I was occasionally distracted by her being.

“Ethan and I started dating and when he found out I was pregnant, he wanted me to get rid of the baby first but I was not able to take the life of an innocent child. Things got out of hand and my parents found out about it.my dad was so upset and I was forced to marry Ethan which I did. He maltreated me to the point where I almost lost my life and his baby. Everything became unbearable for me so that morning I laced his drink with sedatives and he ran into a moving truck which claimed his life. Since then, I have been haunted by the nightmares of his demise, if I didn’t do that then maybe he would have been alive by now”

I wanted to so badly tell her that she did the right thing by killing him, how could a sane man torture a woman like her? Shs was an epitome of beauty but I couldn’t, I was supposed to reprimand her for killing someone even if the reason why she did it was clear.

“Should I be honest with you?” I asked her after a while and she nodded while leaning backward on the chair,

“you shouldn’t feel guilty for saving yourself from the hands of a man who almost claimed your life, Ayita. He would have killed you if you didn’t make the decision that day”

She pursed her lips but didn’t say anything, I knew i sounded rather stupid but it was better I said the truth. Lying was not in my dictionary anyways.

“It is against the Bible and even wrong in the eyes of the law. His memories keeps tormenting me every night”

“Why don’t we make our own memories then” was what I wanted to say to her but instead I said, “Prayer will be a strong weapon against that Ayita. You have to forgive yourself and move on from the past”

“That is why I need this therapy father”

I clenched my jaw, she was calling me father again when I wanted to do lots of unthinkable things to her. If only she knew.

“Everything became worse when I had that one night stand”

I tightened my grip on the cross around my neck, I hated the fact that someone else got to ravage her body before me. She belonged to me right?

Was I kidding myself? How the hell did she belong to me? It was only a priest-therapist session and it would soon be over.

“Your sins are not to much for God to forgive Ayita”

“Do you think so?” She asks.

“I know so”

My eyes flew back to her cleavage and I so desperately wanted to squeeze them tight while I held her on top of my table and did bad things to her, a lot of bad things while my hand twirled around the tattoo on her neck.

“Zayn!!!” Her voice reached my ears again and I jolted back to reality.

Fuck!!!!

I kept embarrassing myself at times without a number in front of her. It wasn’t my fault anyways.

“Don’t worry, I will write out some Bible verses and you can read them. In the meantime, why don’t you have some coffee?

“Sure”

Smiling to myself, I walked over to my cabinet and made my signature coffee. The one everyone loved, by everyone I meant Alex and most of the priests that toured my house. I don’t know if she would like it anyways but I hope she did.

“Here” I handed her a cup of coffee.

“Thank you zayn” she flashed me her brightest smile and the moment she lifted the cup to her mouth, I wished I was the one being kissed by her like that.