[STORY] BEHIND CHURCH DOORS (Episode 13)

Episode 13.

Two weeks later,
“One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them.”

Good morning, Tia,” Bishop Kingsley chimes as he walks past my desk and into his office. “Good morning, Bishop. It was a beautiful service yesterday, as usual.”
“Thank you,” he winks.
“I will bring your coffee shortly.”
“Sure,” he closes the door behind him.
I grab my purse and walk down the road and cross the street heading for the cafeteria.

Walking down the road, I cross the street, heading for the cafeteria. Ordering coffee and doughnuts, I head back to the office.
I knock on his office door but don’t get an answer. I knock again before I hear him talking on the phone. He seems to be very angry at whoever he is talking to.

I cautiously open the door after a minute then place the coffee and doughnuts on the table in front of him. I am about to walk out when he slams the phone on the table and I turn to face him.
“Are you okay?”
“That was Pastor Ruth, we were arguing about getting Sophia a new car for her birthday. We got that girl a car when she got into University a few months ago. I don’t see the need of getting her another one especially now that I’ve found out that she has been failing in most of her courses.
“Oh,” I exclaim, not knowing what else to say.
“Ruth spoils that girl too much. And you know it’s not about the money, I can get that girl a new car every month if I don’t think she needs a new car. I need her to start taking her studies seriously.”

I move around behind his chair and gently start massaging his neck and shoulders.
“You should relax,” I say.
“That feels so good,” he draws in a deep breath and let’s it out slowly before he picks his coffee and takes a long drink of it.
“And thank you for breakfast. You certainly know how to make me feel better don’t you?”
I smile,”I don’t like it if you are stressing Bishop.”
“You should cut this Bishop issue. Just call me Kingsley when we are just the two of us.”
“It’s hard to just call you Kingsley but I will learn.”
“Now that’s my girl.”
So over the past two weeks Bishop and I have become so close to each other. I spend so much time with him at the office & we text each other a lot when I am home. He’s such a good listener. When I am with him I don’t have to pretend to be what I am not. He takes me as I am, no judgment whatsoever. I can’t help but be fond of him.

I continue to massage his shoulders as he eats his breakfast.
“So your birthday is coming up?” He asks.
“How did you know about that?”
“I have my ways,” he laughs.
“Yes, I will be a year older next Thursday.”
“What would you want for your birthday?”
I keep quiet. I know what I want for my birthday but I can’t afford it and neither can my husband.
“Don’t be shy, tell me.”
“I would really like an Iphone. The phone I am using is really old and I am tired of always asking Sanna to take pictures of me on her phone.”
“Okay. Consider it done.”
“You are joking?”
“Girl, I don’t joke like that.”
“Okay,” I smile. I don’t want to get my hopes high but I would really be happy to get an Iphone on my birthday.
“Come here,” He pats his lap, and I walk round to him. Sitting there. Immediately, he snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me closer.
“You are a really beautiful woman.”
“You have said that a number of times.”
“And I won’t stop appreciating you.”
“What did the Lord tell you about me? You said you would tell me about it later.”
He looks at me,” do you trust me?”
“Yes I do. You are my spiritual father and you can never do anything to harm me.”
“I am glad you know that.”
“It’s hard for me to put in words what the lord told me but I will slowly be showing you, actions after all are better than words.”
“Okay.”
“Whatever I do for you and to you is the will of God, you should never doubt that.”
“Yes.”
Leaning down, he kisses me. The kiss starts off in a soft and slow manner then becomes more faster and urgent. Moving his mouth to the side of my neck, he mumbles, “you are my dose of sanity. You were sent here by God to keep me sane. You were sent here for a time as this, just like Queen Esther.
My heart melts, his words give me butterflies.

He slides his hand under my shirt and lifts my bra and I gasp as he runs his hands over my breasts. Do I want him to stop? No, this is everything and more, I love how his touch ignites a fire deep within me. I lose all sense of reason when he touches me.

And this is not cheating, this is God’s will and God knows best.

When he suddenly pulls back, I look at him questioningly and he mumbles, “Someone is coming!”
I get off him and pull down my shirt quickly tucking it in before the door swings open. When Pastor Ruth marches in, she glances at her husband then back at me.
“Good morning mum,” I calmly say.
“Good morning. I would like to talk to my husband alone.”
“Okay,” I pick a random file from the table and walk out. That was close. Bishop said his wife doesn’t have to know about what is happening between us, God has not communicated to her about this. He doesn’t want her misunderstanding what we have.
Sitting at my desk, I take a deep breath and continue to type the minutes for yesterday’s pastor’s meeting.
*
PASTOR RUTH

“She is never at her desk. Why don’t you just bring her chair and table into this office because what’s the point of having someone at the front desk who is always in your office?”
“Ruth! What do you want?”
“I am wondering why this girl is always in your office. Is there something going on between you two?”
“Nothing is going on.”
“Because you know I won’t clean up your mess this time around. Kingsley if you fuck up again, I swear I will let the news blow up on social media. I will allow the world to have a glimpse of the man that you are outside these church walls.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“I am tired of always cleaning up your mess. I am not doing it again not this time.”
“I have bever asked you to clean up any of my mess.
“How ungrateful. You think you would be the man that you are today if people knew what you did to that girl ? And the many other girls who’s lives you have ruined?”
“What do you want Ruth?”
“We are getting Sophia that car next month. She is our child and she deserves to have whatever she asks for. This is none negotiatiable.”
“Oh!”
“And I am watching you Kingsley,” I say before heading out of the office.
I pause at Tia’s desk, “Beware of playing with fire, you will get burned. Stay Blessed my daughter,” I smile and exit the building.
To Be Continued… . . . 

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