A priestly obsession

~~~~~~ZAYN VANDER~~~~~~ A slap turned my face away and I could feel the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. My father had slapped me after I told him I wanted to become a priest rather than manage his empire and take over from him in taking care of his mafia family. "I will not have you bring shame on this family, Zayn" these were the exact words Dmitri Vander said to me before throwing some papers on my face. I picked them up and saw they were documents that contained some of his many assets which he had willed to me.

There was enough money to take care of me for the rest of my life and even the next, I could leave lavishly if I wanted but I was not allowed anywhere near the Vander family as long as I decided to be a priest. "You will be welcome here if you stop being a priest zayn" my father said to me again, "you can't be in a family that deals with dangerous things" And that was the last time I saw him... That was seven years ago when I was disowned by my own father for wanting to serve the lord as a catholic priest. Since then I have not seen him or any members of my family, not even my mother who cried so much that day. Now I was sitting in the confession chamber listening to people talk about their hideous crimes and I had to cleanse them and tell them not to do it again. This has been my life for the past seven years and I was kind of enjoying it, rather than being a priest I enjoyed the luxuries of life. I lived in my own house near the church and I had servants at my beck and call. I had everything I ever wanted and I won't lie, my wealth made some people think I was into another business other than worshipping the lord. Well what can I say?Dmitri didn't want his first born son to suffer even if he was disowned. Well all that is past now, I was here to listen to confession and prepare for the mass the next day. Enough of my not so eventful past. "Forgive me father for I have sinned" I heard a melodious voice through the blind that separated us and my breath hitched. Why was the voice suddenly sounding so good in my ears? I strained my eyes and a white tinted hair came into view and I could see it was a dark lady from the tone of her skin. I couldn't see more than that but from her voice and her skin tone, I could tell she was one hell of a fine lady. "Go ahead" I finally said when I realized I have been quiet for a while. "This is the first time I am coming for confession this year" the lady said again and I itched to hear more of her voice. "Go on child" I tell her again even if I can figure she is not much older than me, that was if she was not younger than me. "Ever since I lost my husband three years ago, i have been chaste but yesterday things got a bit overwhelming and I had an intimate night with a man whom I kicked out of my bed this morning" I listened to her with rapt attention and I didn't know why I felt a bit off when she talked about her one night stand with some random guy. I am a priest and I was not supposed to judge her, just give her her penance and allow her to go but something about her voice kept me interested and curious. "You are to recite the Hail Mary three times and kneel before the lord's statue for thirty minutes and you will be forgiven" "Thank you father" After talking, shs stood up and walked out. From the little holes in the box, I could tell she was wearing a black dress and I really wanted to see the whole of her. Thankfully that was the last person, I hastily said my prayers and hurried out of the little box but she was nowhere to be found anymore. I looked around but the whole place was empty, a disappointed sigh escaped my lips as I made my way towards my office. Maybe if I was destined to see her, we will run into her again. After a while I heard a knock on my office door and the door creaked open to reveal someone I was anticipating to see. That white tinted hair gave her away and my heart began to race the moment her heels clicked on my marble floor. She was dark and had a black dress accentuating her hourglass figure. From her dress I could see she was thick and thin in the right places and that hair went well with her pretty face. The way her hips curved made me swallow on my own spit. I have seen black women who were thick and looked beautiful but this lady in front of me looked extraordinary. There was something about her and she was definitely younger than me. What more? I could see a piercing on her septum. Gosh, she looked heavenly. "Hello father" That melodious voice filtered into my ears again and I felt my heart leap in joy. "Hello, please have a seat" I gestured to her and she smiled before sitting, revealing a fine Seth of dentition. "Sorry I had to barge in without waiting for you to usher me in" the smile never left her face and I was wondering if she always smiled like that to everyone she came across. My mind was already going far. "I was the one who just left the confession room to have my penance done" "Yeah, I remember you" A look of amazement flashed through her face for a while and she masked it up with a smile again as usual. "What can I do for you, miss?" I was hoping to get her name. Her name should be as beautiful as her right? "My name is Ayita" "Ayita" I allowed the name to roll out of my lips and I liked the feel of it. It was simple yet beautiful. "How may I help you?" I asked her again and this time she leaned forward, I could see her gown draw down a little and her cleavage was showing a little bit. I knew It was an honest mistake. Why the hell was I even looking at her cleavage when I am a priest and I am supposed to be concerned about problems. Ayita cleared her throat before she began to speak again, "I am in need of therapy father, i asked some of the sisters if they know a good therapist around here and they all say you are good" I studied her for a while, this hot lady was in need of a therapist and I am the chosen one? Was the almighty trying to test my loyalty now or what?" "You don't seem to be from this place" I said and she nodded. "I just recently relocated here with my son" Now this broke my heart, shs had a son? Meaning she was married? Why the hell was she married? A lot was going through my mind as I had a fake smile plastered on my face, I didn't like the idea of her being married. "You don't look married though" I didn't know when I asked but I was glad I did. "I got married when I was twenty because I got pregnant and now I have a four year old son, my husband died in a car accident" I didn't know why my mind felt at ease when I heard her husband died, I was supposed to be comforting her and not sighing in relief. What the heck was wrong with me. "Well Mrs Ayita" "Just call me Ayita please" she gently interrupted and I nodded. "I will be happy to be of help to you in any way I can. This is the house of the Lord and everyone is welcomed here" Her lips curved up into that beautiful smile again and I had the urge to snatch my phone and click a picture of her. She was just a work of art. "So what exactly are you battling with?" Before she could say anything, her phone buzzed and she immediately pressed it against her ears. "Hey mum" her melodious voice sounded into the phone. "Asher has refused to eat, he says he wants his mama" Ayita smiled and I just couldn't get enough. "Give him the phone" I heard a joyous shout of "mummy" from the other end and I wanted to hear more. "Why are you not eating dear?" Ayita asked her son, I could hear the love in her voice for him. "Because I want you mummy, come soon" "You should have some food or mummy will not buy you the ice cream she promised okay" I gulped when she smiled again and I had to ball my hand into a ball before I unknowingly touch her well trimmed and tinted white hair. "Okay mummy, I will eat so don't forget the ice cream okay?" "I won't son" she blew him an air kiss which he did and muttered a bye, After talking the little boy disconnected the call. "A doting mother huh?" I asked and she laughed. "Asher is just like that, always wants me around" I don't know why but something about her intrigued me. I wanted to know more about her. I didn't want this conversation to even end. "We can reschedule if you really want to go to him, I mean he is just a child" A look of gratitude flashed through her face, "Thank you so much father" "You can call me zayn '' I quickly told her. Calling me father when I had such absurd thoughts about her was insane. "I will be around after mass tomorrow so feel free to check in on me" "Absolutely" She stood up and I was once again mesmerized by that figure of hers. It was hard to believe she had given birth to a child because her waist was so slim in that satin dress she was wearing. "Nice meeting you" "The pleasure is mine" We exchanged handshakes and I swear I never wanted to leave her hand, it was soft and delicate. God must have used some extra days to create her because what the hell... "By the way, your hair looks pretty" After talking she turned on her heel and walked out of the office leaving me in a dazed state. A lot of people have told me how they liked my long silky hair which I always held in place with a scarf but today I let it down and she was loving it. Maybe this was a good start. I was still in that dazed state when my phone rang and how I badly wanted to smash it on the floor. "What" I said the moment I pressed it against my ears. "Why don't we chill tonight, zayn" my best friend, Alex said from the other end, "I haven't seen you in like forever" "I am busy" was my simple reply. He laughed, "you are always busy, just make time for this friend of yours" I could feel him pout and I wanted to laugh so badly. "Just tell me what you want alex" "I want you, the girls love to spend on me when they see you beside me" "Do you realize I am a priest?" I asked him and I knew for a second he rolled his eyes. "You should come zayn, I will text you the address" the the line went dead. My mind slowly drifted back to ayita and I can swear on my life that I wanted to see her again.

After I was done with my work at the office, I decided to hang out with Alex because he would not let me rest if I don't. Picking up the keys to my Bentley, I drove out of the house onto the almost lonely road but I was surprised to see a car parked by the side of the road and ayita was standing by it and looking downcast. I quickly stopped my car and climbed out before making my way towards her.

"Ayita" I called and she turned towards me, I could see a look of gratitude flash through her eyes, "what happened?" "My car broke down and I have been trying to get my mechanic but it's not reachable and no taxi seem to be touring this area" The way she was talking in a calm and collected voice made my heart leap faster, she already had an effect on me and somewhere within me, I was glad that I was the one who could help her. "You would have called me Ayita, I gave you my card right?" After talking I walked over to the car and checked it out but it was also something I couldn't work on. "I will have my mechanic come to check it out and I will take you home. Is that okay with you?" "Thank you so much zayn" The way shs pronounced my name made me so happy.. soft and sensual. Shit, I wasn't supposed to be thinking like this. I was a priest for crying out loud, this was a sin against God but I couldn't help it when she looked like heaven herself. "Thank you so much zayn, you are a sweetheart" her lips curved up into a beautiful smile and there and then I wanted to hold her. She was making me feel different, she was making me feel an abominable kind of feeling which I loved. "You think calling a priest sweetheart is appropriate?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and she gave me a small smile again. "Sorry" "It's fine by me though" She pursed her lips but didn't say anything, my eyes traveled down to her body and I gulped. She was looking breathtaking and her bare shoulders almost made me want to lose my mind. "Shall we?" Ayita's voice filtered into my ears and I jolted back to reality. "Yes please" After she was securely seated on the passenger's side, I walked over and in no time, we were already on our way to her place. I felt a bit suffocated with her in the car because my mind was trying to play tricks on me. The more I pretended she was not there, the more her lavender scent filtered into my nose and I couldn't get enough of it. Ayita was becoming my obsession just in a few hours. "Where do you live?" I asked after a while, maybe I would be able to take my eyes off her beautiful skin if I indulged her in a conversation. "Star regency" Ayita answered and I nodded before turning my attention to the road ahead. The more I drove, the more my attention was drawn to her bare shoulders. Fuck Zayn, you shouldn't be looking at a woman like that. You are a priest and you should not be doing something like this" A voice was screaming deep inside of me but how the heck was I going to stop when she was looking so sexy beside me like that. After driving in silence for a while, I finally came to stop in front of her house and we both alighted. "Thank you so much zayn, I am really grateful" The way her skin glimmered under the night sky made her look so breathtaking and beautiful, she just didn't realize what she was doing to me" "I am more than willing to help anytime" I answered and she smiled at me again. "I will come over tomorrow and we can continue our discussion" "That is totally fine by me" By the time I realized it, shs was already going inside her gate but I was still stood, rooted to the spot looking at her retreating figure and her white hair. She was just different from any other lady I have ever met in all my life. The way Ayita affected me was much more deeper than I thought. After entering her gate, she turned and gave me one last smile before disappearing behind the flowers thst adorned her lawn. Oh Jesus, her smile was one to die for. I didn't know for how long I stood until my phone began to buzz in my pants pocket and I pressed it against my ear without bothering to look at the name. "Where the hell are you man?" Alex's angry voice resonated in my ear and I jolted back to reality. "I will be there soon" I told him and I can swear he rolled his eyes. "Come soon" After dropping the call, I looked at the house one last time, how I wish Ayita would come back and give me another smile but I knew her son was in her arms by now. Raking my hand through my hair, I entered my car and zoomed off with the thought of Ayita lingering at the back of my head. ****** By the time I got to the address Alex sent me, it was already past eight in the night and I saw him pacing up and down the entrance. Alex was my very good friend, we became friends right from when we were kids and the friendship grew into something unfathomable. His father was also a minor head of the mafia family. "What the hell man?" These were the first words that left his mouth after he saw me, "we agreed to meet by seven" "Something came up" I answered nonchalantly and he rolled his eyes. "You were done with confession some hours ago zayn, where the hell were you? "The work of the Lord is an all around thing Alex" After talking, I headed inside the building and he followed suit while winning like a child. The Person my eyes caught when I entered the bar made me stop dead in my tracks. What the hell was she doing here when I just dropped her off? "What happened man?" Ales asked me but I ignored him and turned all my attention to the lady a few feet away from him. She looked exactly like Ayita and at that moment, I felt like going over to her and yanking her closer to myself. I wanted to rake my hand through her short hair and trace the outline of her body in that black dress. I wanted more of everything she had to offer. All my hopes were dashed to the ground when the lady turned to me, it was not Ayita. I was beginning to see her face everywhere. The lady I just met a few hours ago was already making me question my priesthood of seven years. "Why the hell are you staring at her like that?" Alex asked again and I totally ignored him while making my way to our private suit. How could I tell my best friend that a lady was already making me question myself. " I thought she looked like someone I know," I blandly replied before sitting down. It has just been a few hours and I was already behaving like a lunatic obsessed with an African lady. The moment we settled down, a lot of ladies began to make advances at us and I purposely kept the big cross I always wore outside of my shirt to signify I wasn't interested. While I kept a stern face, Alex had a sheepish smile on his face, he wanted all the ladies to himself. I knew I was about to go crazy when I heard my phone buzz and a message popped up on the screen. "Thank you for today zayn, wink" My palms became sweaty as I read the message over and over again, why did it sound sexy in every possible way? Here I was trying not to think about her and she was messaging me? "The pleasure is mine Ayita" I typed back. The thoughts of me making Ayita mine began to float in my memories and I quickly nodded my head, why was she doing this to me? "Nice perfume though" her message popped up again. The hell this lady was trying to flirt with me and I was liking it. I didn't know for how long we had been talking and I had a sheepish look on my face until I felt my phone being snatched from me. It was Alex and before I could say jack, he had already read through the messages.

I saw Alex's face shift from horror to smiley and back to horror again. "Do you know you are invading my privacy?" I tried to snatch the phone away from him. This time around he willingly let me collect it and I knew I was in for a lot of questions. "Your ayita?" He raised an eyebrow at me and that was when I realized I had saved her contact with "my Ayita" . It was just at the spur of the moment and I didn't know I even saved it like that. It seems my subconscious is also aware of what Ayita was doing to me.

"She is a new member and wants me to be her therapist" Why the fuck was I even explaining to him? It was my life and I could do whatever I wanted. "Are you forgetting that you are a priest?" "Can't priest's keep friends?" I asked back and he rolled his eyes before leaning forward. "The way your message is going, I don't think she will be more than a friend in a few weeks or even days" I had the strongest inkling to smack him hard across the face, how could he think so dirty about a priest? I would never desecrate the holy place. "Are you here to drink or advise me on issues I don't need an advice for?" Alex smirked while picking up his wine glass, "you are zayn after all" Rolling my eyes at him, I realized she had sent four subsequent texts and I hurriedly read through them. "I think you will make a good therapist" "I am still saying thank you for the ride and your mechanic already delivered my car" "Have a great night zayn" "Goodnight" My heart kept beating faster and faster as I read through the texts and when I got to the part of goodnight, my countenance changed. She was going to bed already? It was still as early as 9pm right? I swear I wanted to talk to her more. From her texts, I could literally hear her voice and see her beautiful smile in front of my eyes. The color of her skin was like a torment to me and I wanted to run my hands through them. Shs was a fucking work of art, I couldn't lie and that septum piercing gave her a different kind of aura that I could not explain. With every fiber of her being, she was drawing me closer. "Fuck you man" I heard Alex hiss at me. He must have been talking to me and I zoned out, Ayita again. "What did you say?" I asked him again, he was holding his phone so I believe anything he wanted to say was because of whatever was in the phone. "Dmitri Vander is coming to town" After talking he looked at my face for an expression but I just sat there looking at him. Dmitri, this was the first time I was hearing that name in a long while after he disowned me for wanting to be a priest. It must be an important matter if not the Dmitri I know would not step his leg on American soil. He told me as long as I stayed in America as a priest, he would never come to the country. What a joke. "Aren't you excited to see your dad?" Alex asked again and this time I shot him a deadly glare. "My father is dead" was my simple answer and he pursed his lips. "Haven't you learnt to forgive all these years?" "Forgive a man who told me to my face I was dead to him is nowhere in my mind" Alex scoffed, "I am beginning to think this priesthood of yours is false because what the fuck?" Without saying anything, I picked up my car keys and stood up. "Where are you going?" Alex asked me again, this time he looked worried. I know he was thinking I was affected by Dmitri coming to America but the answer was far from it. "Tomorrow is Sunday and I have a mass to prepare for" Then I turned on my heel and left. He didn't try to call me back and I appreciated that. ***** By the time I got home, it was already past ten and I even kept looking at my phone Incase she messaged me again. She was already asleep by this time but how I wished. "Welcome father" one of the helpers greeted me and I nodded at her before going upstairs. All I needed was a cold shower to ease my mind because that lady was burning hot as hell in my mind right now. "Forgive my impure mind oh lord" I muttered to myself and grabbed a hold on my rosary. Anytime I was in distress, I always recited the rosary and I would find myself okay but at this particular time, it was not working. The more I tried, the more her face became visible to me. As if on cue, my phone began to buzz and when I saw the caller ID, my expression changed for the worse. Why was she calling me after all these years? I wanted to press the end button but on a second thought, I changed my mind and pressed the phone against my ear. "What?" "Zayn" her voice filtered into my ears and I closed my eyes in order to control my anger. My anger was something I never wanted anyone to witness because it goes against everything I was taught as a priest. I could kill a person in my moment of anger and I would not feel it. Well, that was a trait I inherited from my father. "Why have you called?" I asked the lady from the other end and I heard her sigh. "I am coming to America with your father, we should meet son" "I am not your son" I immediately snap at her, "I am sorry but I lost my parents seven years ago" I knew the words were going to hurt her and that was exactly my intent. After I was thrown out of the house seven years ago, she didn't bother to call or even check up on me and now she wants us to meet? Even if heaven dropped, I would not meet any of them. "Let's meet up zayn, I promise I won't take much of your time" "Goodbye" I pressed the end button as I closed my eyes. Now I was trying to control my anger, how dare she? Yes she was my birth mother but I have no regards for her whatsoever. I am happy with my priesthood and I don't want anything from them, well until Ayita came into the picture. With the thoughts of Ayita, I immediately felt the anger in my body subside. Wow, she even had that much power over me in just a day. ***** It was already past eight in the morning when I was led to the altar by a group of boys in my front. The whole church was full to capacity and I understood why. Most of them came because it was a Sunday and they really needed the sermon while some were here to ogle at the priest which is me. Times without number I have seen the women ogle at me openly and I couldn't blame them, I was one hell of a fine man. Some people even tell me to my face that it was a shame I was a priest. The audacity of these people. After saying the opening prayer, I walked over to my chair and that was when my eyes fell on her and I almost lost my mind. She was on the first row and this time around, shs had a white gown on her body while her face was covered with a little makeup. Her white hair looked neat and shorter, perhaps she had it trimmed again. Ayita looked so focused on the pulpit while I was already losing my mind over her. There was a woman and a little boy seated near her which I suspected was her son. He was mixed and he looked so handsome even at a tender age. His long curly hair was pulled up in a bun and he had his mother's pretty smile. "What the hell are you doing to me Ayita?" I muttered to myself and as if she was listening, her head turned towards my direction and her lips curved up into a thin smile. Now I swear I was going to lose my mind. I didn't know how I was able to coordinate the rest of the mass but I knew it was with the help of God. How could I concentrate when she was sitting directly in front of me looking all pretty and beautiful. Was she slowly becoming the Delilah in my life? Finally the mass was over and I had the cassock removed, on my way to greet a few people which was a normal thing for me I came across her. It was like she was waiting for me. Before I got to her, I used the opportunity to study her again and that gown looked superb on her. It was an A neckline gown and was hugging her pretty figure in a decent yet sinful manner to me. It was long to her toes but the indecency in me wanted to see her bare legs. "Zayn" her melodious voice reached my ears and I unconsciously smiled. "Happy Sunday Ayita '' I said to her and my eyes fell on the little boy again who had a small drink in his hand. "Happy Sunday father" the elderly lady beside her greeted. "Peace be unto you and your family" I answered. "Mama" her son called and all our attention turned to him. "What happened dear?" Ayita asked as she removed some unseen dust from his hair, I could tell she really loved him. "Nothing" he squealed excitedly and pounced into his grandma's embrace which made all of us smile at his cute behavior. "We will be in the car, honey," her mum told her. "Okay" I was glad they left, now I could talk to her without having to be conscious of her mother. "Great sermon by the way" I smiled, I had preached about love amongst one another. "Thank you" The two of us fell silent for a while and that was when I noticed she had a tattoo on her neck, a butterfly tattoo. Shs was dark but the tattoo was very visible. It was safe to say it was the most beautiful tattoo I have ever seen in my life. "So are you coming later for our section?" "Yes of course" she was looking at me dead in the eyes as she talked, "I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world" "I will make sure not to disappoint you then" "Alright then, see you by two" I nodded and when I wasn't even thinking, she gave me a light hug and I could feel a different kind of sensation spread throughout my body. It was like a surge of electricity and I wanted to keep her in that position for as long as I could but sooner than later, the hug was over. Without saying anything again, she turned on her heel and left. My eyes followed her until she disappeared behind the buernovilla flower. Man, she was curvy.