Sinful Temptation (BWAM) (slow updates)

Chapter 7

if you're one of the super religious gets offended easily type, skip this chapter lol.

Araav's leg shook as he leaned against the mirror in his room trying to calm the wild beat of his heart. Just moments ago another woman was in his arms, on top of him, had him squirming and moaning. In a way, his wife has never made him feel, and for the hundredth time, he felt ashamed. Using the excuse that he 'wasn't feeling well' to his wife, he practically went to hide away in his room until all the guests were gone. Especially her. 'I should take a shower' he thought.

With all the shower heads on blast raining down on his tense body, he hoped it was hard enough to make him forget her overnight. Every time he thought of her his body and mind reacted in a way he didn't want, a way a pastor or married man should be reacting. He could already feel the blood rushing south despite being in ice-cold water. Glancing up at the cross his wife had placed near the shower, he promised he wouldn't let this happen again. No more falling for her temptations, anticipating what would happen whenever they were in the same vicinity. It was all over.

He told himself he could sleep without his conscience eating him alive as he slept beside his wife.

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"And as the word of the lord says, "Trust him, and he shall provide," bow your heads in prayer."

Another successful sermon, another sermon he felt like he was forcing himself to do. As usual, he went down into the congregation to speak with the church members. After a few small talks and laughs, he spotted Ms DeLarosa and the same person he was trying to avoid, Ameera.

Just the man I was looking for, Ameera thought. She had been there the whole sermon, watching him as he tried to avoid her persistent gaze, refusing to succumb to her even though she was right before him. It was all good, she enjoyed a good challenge. She would wait for the right time to pounce and devour her prey. After every sermon, there would be a private session with one of the leaders of the church to talk about your worries and repent. She found out from her grandmother that Pastor Smith was in charge this week, much to her liking. Ameera left him and her grandmother to converse while she sat and waited for them to finish.

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Ameera had told her grandmother to leave her because she had some 'stuff' she had to deal with, which the older woman eyed her for but complied nonetheless. The 'stuff' she had to deal with was to 'repent and seek forgiveness' from Pastor Smith. The confession box was this wooden structure, tall and broad in size. A normal one would not have been this big but the church was well-funded. There were two sections of the box, one side was where the religious figure was being confessed to; the other is where the 'sinner' would sit. The laced red curtain was between them both for the idea of privacy.

Some time passed and she waited until she was the last person there, then processed to step into the box. Even the inside was as astonishing as the outside, with smooth leather seats for comfort and shiny red oak walls.

"My child, how have you sinned?"

His voice sounded tired, most likely from him using it for hours, but Ameera couldn't help but clench at the sound. The slight rasp in his words made her want to hulk-smash through the wooden wall.

"Too many to keep count of," she answered, leaning backwards and placing her hands behind her head.

Pregnant silence encompassed the air.

Until he broke it. "..Is that so?"

"Yeah," she sighed wistfully, fake regret coating the deceptive coo of her voice. "I've been struggling with lust. There's this person I really want, but they seem to be avoiding me. You wouldn't know why, would you?"