All Chapters of Father, Please.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Why would you take advantage of a drunk priest?” Aryan grumbled as he stormed out of the hotel room. I follow after him, too stunned to comprehend what just happened. He doesn't even turn around once to see if I was following him, he joined the throng of people waiting at the bus stop, and I pause a few feet away, because this cannot be happening. Let me tell you what happened between when his palm struck my bare butt and now, hopefully you would make more sense of this situation and explain it for me to understand. Remember, I am taking you back to last night. When his fingers connected with my skin, I let out a loud yelp, my lip immediately going between my teeth, the sting was electric, traveling from the base of my bum and crawling up my spine, lighting up my entire body like the fucking 4th of july. It was bliss and I wanted more. “Wear your skirt and go book us a room.” his words were clear, no indication that he had just been drinking like a fish, or was still drinking, h

“I thought you said you were going to be his friend first and see how things progressed from there.”I scoff, “That was before I found out what he did.”Oh the nerve of him, does my lips belong to him? Who said he had a say over who kissed me and who didn’t. I gave him the chance to control that and he threw it in my face. Damn him and his confidence, whatever he thought I would feel once I saw that text, I was feeling it and more, why on earth does he affect me so much? “Exactly. Now is the time to act even more less concerned about him, he threw you a bait and he is going to catch you.” I glance at Danny from the corner of my eye, I decided to drive her back to the church and then see what Aryan meant by that text.“No offence but I think I understand straight men more than you do.”In the usual Danny fashion, she snorts. She can snort all she wants, she wasn’t the one with the vibration between her legs, and the need to see his face. I was a goner where he was concerned. “Have y

“Can you handle it?” My question comes out as a whisper, unintentionally if I may add.I watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed, he was clearly unsure of himself. I felt the same way, I was going from the friendship angle since he had all but thrown my advances to the wind, I wasn’t sure I would be able to keep my hands to myself when he was so close. He nods once, and then speaks, “I will be fine. Go ahead now.”I can’t say the same for myself as I walk into the bedroom, i am not sure what good locking the door would do me, but I was intent on making him do the chase now, and what perfect way to do that than with him on the other side of the door, battling him morals? Today’s outfit was a sparkle, black belly dance costume, who gave out hand jobs for extra tips. Luckily, I didn’t have to buy the outfit, the viewer had requested this outfit before, whatever he had for belly dancers, I was going to make it even better, as the man whom I want was a door away from me.

My head swivels to find Aryan avoiding my gaze as he helped me into one of the bar stools. His ears were pink and his hands warm. “You own a pub? Isn’t that a little unusual for a priest?” He clears his throat nosily and nods in the direction of his bar tender. The bar tender gets the hint and gives us a semblance of privacy. “He doesn't know you are a priest.” I note.“He didn't. Now he does.” “When did you own a pub?” I ask, remorse a lump in my throat. I had after all exposed his secret. “I came into town, and it seemed like the right idea at the time. Now...” He gestured around us to the empty space. “Now it seems like a shitty investment.” I complete for him. It was a good idea, the town didn't have a good drinking spot, it would have turned most of them to regulars if a little effort was put in. “I can help you with that.” He quirked a brow at me, whilst signalling the bar tender. “What should I get you guys?”I eye the scanty rows of drinks behind him.

A weak smile that doesn’t reach my eye, lines my lips, and I side step him, leaving him alone in the room. I know what all of you are thinking, now calm down before you get mad at me, listen to my point of view. First, he really would not give me a positive response if I asked him again, or else he would have asked me, he had gotten so used to me asking, he didn’t feel complete until I asked him. I need him to need me so much it hurt, then I wouldn’t have to ask him. Secondly, I was filthy, I may not seem like the type, but I hated to be dirty, it irked me in a way I could not explain. “I leave you for a few seconds and you check out the bed yourselves?” Tim says giving me a dead pan look. I shake my head.“Trying to check the bed frames, and I tumble on top of the bed, we have to change the frames.”He looks unconvinced until Aryan walks in, not covered in dust.“Did you call the cleaner?”“Housekeeper. Elaine is her name, and she takes great pride and joy in what she does, she sa