The Priest’s Mistress novel Chapter 1

Rosemary

I was waiting in the church waiting for my turn to enter the confession room and meet the priest. Yes, I did a big sin… maybe it wasn’t huge for the others. It was normal but for me, it was the worst I have ever done in my life ever.

I wanted to clean myself, I wanted to ask God for forgiveness. I didn’t know what I should do or to whom I should talk. Except for going to the church. Somehow I was afraid to go to the church next to my house or in another meaning to the church that I used to attend and pray to god.

Because every single one in this church knows who I am and who my parents are. I didn’t want to make a scandal or fuss in my family. I was scared of my parents' reactions if they found out what I had done.

That’s why I decided to go somewhere else. A church far away from my house. In a deserted but nice place but not in the town.

I couldn’t know if that was right or wrong. But I took the bus and there was no coming back. To everyone I looked mature, no one expected that I was just in high school ever. That was something that bothered me a lot because too many guys and men chased me for that. If they didn’t know my real age… oh god! They wouldn’t even talk to me. I was underage. Under my parents' custody. I was just 16 years old.

And according to my experience in life it was zero percent. But god gifted me with a sexy hot body that for some reason was like a curse for me.

Even that day, when I chose this church, I just opened the map and chose a place that I didn't go to before or visited ever with my family. That's it and I was there sitting outside waiting for what could be next.

But when the priest shouted for next. I flinched and hopped off my chair thinking of going back to my house. But something halted me. A weird feeling as if I was pushed to meet that priest.

“Next!” the priest called from behind the door.

I hesitantly walked inside. His eyes stared at me widely, something about him was strange. Not just because he was so young in his late twenties. But he reminded me of that guy from the bar!

He motioned to me to come closer and have a seat. I stepped slower and by every move of mine, I got a clearer view of his face and his body. Even so, he wasn’t naked or something. But from his hands and too wide shoulders, it was so obvious he got the whole package of a hot muscular man.

I snapped to myself from my evil thoughts because of what I was thinking about him. I was there to confess and ask for forgiveness for what I did. How could I think of the father like that?!

I gulped “father.” I fiddled with my fingers nervously forcing myself to lower my gaze to my lap to not meet his gorgeous pearly blue eyes.

He coughed “yes, what’s your name?” he asked me firmly.

I pulled a strand of my hair back to my ear “I’m Rosemary, father.” I replied politely.

“Okay, then look at me,” he commanded me firmly which was weird. I couldn’t raise my head to him. I just shook my head as no.

Until I felt a warm big hand touching my cheeks gently, I raised my head immediately in a shock and blinked “father!”

He smiled then, he walked away from me “you have gorgeous eyes, why are you trying to hide those from me?” he grinned sheepishly.

What he was doing to me for god sake?! this is very weird!

I dropped my jaw speechless, I couldn’t find a word to say in his presence. He started then “okay, rose. Can I call you rose?” he asked me gently and I nodded shyly avoiding eye contact with him.

“good girl, then tell me why are you here?” he asked me and when he finished his question, I couldn’t hold my tears back. It just rolled as heavy rain down to my cheeks.