A priestly obsession

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** 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