A priestly obsession

est 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

ed 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" He