Chapter 2

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"A lady at Sister Levine's church needs somewhere for her nephew to stay, you see he is training to become a priest and unfortunately they were housing the priests in training in an apartment that had some water damage due to faulty pipes. So I told Sister Levine that he could stay with you because you have a really big house and you live alone."

"Mama, you volunteered my house for a priest to live in?! Aren't they not supposed to live amongst people, especially an unmarried woman?"

"Oh hush. Honey this is the 21st century not the 1800s. Plus he isn't a priest as yet; he is training to become one. So he can bend the rules a little. Plus you are rarely at home and the house is quite big you will barely see him and he is a really nice man. I have met him. It would also be good to have a Godly presence in your house. I remember that little room."

"Mama please." I said before she could continue.

"How long will he be there for?" I already knew I lost the battle. Plus I trusted my mama. She wouldn't let anyone that wasn't decent around me. Plus how much harm could one priest cause?

"Well he will be travelling back with you tomorrow and staying for a month. That is the time that they said that the apartments should be fixed." My mama replied.

"Tomorrow! Mama, I had planned on going home tonight." This was beyond frustrating. Not only is mama planning on moving a man in my home, a priest. She was derailing my plans that I had tonight.

"I am sorry Chloe. I thought your mom had already asked. If you are having issues with the arrangement I will try to make room for him on my couch until we can set up another arrangement. If he stayed with you it would have been easier for him to get to the Cathedral."

Damn it! Now I was cornered.

"No, it is okay. I have no problem with him staying. Its just that I had some things to do later this evening but they can be postponed." I sighed internally.

"Great!" My mama said enthusiastically.

"Lets eat."

I didn't realize how much I missed spending time with mama until today. We sat and ate the chit chat over tea, well wine for me, and tea for her and Ms. Levine.

Ms.. Levine said that she would stay over so that she could see Malcolm off. I wasn't sure why, I mean he was a grown man but what do I know. That thought was probably unnecessary; I am just really feeling salty about missing my appointment tonight.

I am one of those people who like to have a set schedule and everything going according to my schedule. Even in my personal life, my friends call it controlling but I call it having a non-chaotic life.

"Chloe, wake up!" I heard my mom shouting from downstairs.

I ignored her and dragged the cover back over my head.

"Chloe Daniels do not let me come up there and drag you out of that bed! Malcolm is here."

I groaned and got out of bed. I showered and got dressed in a top that I had left over the last time I came to visit and my pants from yesterday. My vagina was going sans underwear today.

I walked down the stairs, ensuring I put on a frown so my mom could know how displeased I was. The frown quickly dropped when I saw the man standing in front of me.

Forgive me lord for I have sinned. I thought.

I didn't know a priest or I should say priest to be, were that fine! The man was standing maybe a good 6 feet or 5 feet 9 inches and sumn.

I stood there looking at him and him looking at me.

He cleared his throat I guess uncomfortably and stretched out his hand.

"Hello I am Malcolm Laurent."

"Laurent? That sounds very French." I responded. I did not know what else to say. The man was that fine.

He chuckled. This man's chuckle touched the deep walls of my pus- Chloe chill hes a priest. I chide myself.

"Yes, its French my dad has French heritage so.."

"Oh, kool."

"Malcolm, would you like some breakfast?" My mom asked, looking him up and down then looking back at me with a perverted look.

I rolled my eyes then walked back up the stairs to grab my stuff before I could hear his answer, and to get away from my moms knowing eyes.

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