Take Me To Church

Chapter 5

Where the hell am I?? I got out of my bed and looked at my clothes. I wasn't no longer in my outfit. I was in a big shirt. An mans shirt.

I started walking down the hallway. There was no stairs or anything. This is the smallest house I've ever seen. "Looks like your up",an deep voice said. I turned around to be face to face with an man. An white man. He was sexy bruhh. I would-lemme shut stop. He looked like he had a lot of money. I just don't see why he Lives in this small house. Even though he white I would hop on.

"Wussup daddy",I whispered in his ear. He pulled away and looked disgusted in me."First of all I'm not your daddy. Second of all don't touch me that way",he said. Huh??? Usually people would be begging for it. He probably racist.

"Playing hard to get",I said smirking . He laughed. " No its called being respectful to women",he said. Respectful?Man I'll show him respectful when I ride his dick!"Oh so did you enjoy last night",I asked giving him my sexy smile. I didn't know what happened last night but what ever happened must have been good. Cause lord he sexy..

"Do you even know what happened last night",I asked him."I showed you what the candy is capable of",I said proudly . He laughed."Candy?Thats your name",he asked. How he don't know my name???He acting mentally retarded man I swear. Before I could say anything he started talking . INTERRUPTING Me. "Well candy I did enjoy last night. I enjoyed it because you were drunk. I found you laying on the ground sleep. When I picked you up you said that you loved me already. When we got here I gave you an shirt to sleep in and you fell asleep. While you were sleep you were saying you wanted Trish",he said.

Awe shit. I left the house How can I be so dumb?Well ion care about that cause now I've met this sexy creature." I don't love you. I don't catch feelings. Anyways since we didn't do anything than do you wanna do something now",I asked smiling. He looked me up and down."No thank you. Its Sunday and I have to attend my church. What's church without the preacher ",he said. PREACHER??? "What",I said backing up. "I'll be taking you home and then I have to be at an ceremony at church",he said.

Oh my god. I came on to an preacher."Ugh. Your an preacher. I hate preachers. God isn't even real so I don't know why you waisting your time st church",I said madly .His eyes widened. "Excuse you. Don't you never in your entire life speak about God like that again. I could care less if you hate preachers. We preachers represent god for what he has done for us. If it wasn't for him you wouldn't even be here. Do you ever think about how you get food on your table or how you got clothes on your back. I don't waste my time at the church. I do what i love to do. Preach Gods word .Go get your stuff mam we need to go",he said calmly. I was speechless.  I let an white Sexy man get me speechless.

I walked back into the room I came out of. I grabbed my stuff that was sitting on the table. I walked back into where I came from and found the preacher where I left him. I really do hate him. I don't care what nobody says. God is not real.

If he was than where was he at my entire life?The preacher was standing there with his hands in his face. He walked out the door and I walked right behind him. I noticed that we were on a beach. It was so beautiful. I wanted to ask the preacher who owned it but he too rude for my likings.

"Do you like it",he asked. I didn't reply. Im not talking to his"God is so good"head ass. He signed and kept walking until we reached this motorcycle. I looked around. He got on it and crank it up. I didn't know preachers can drive motorcycles. "You coming",he asked. To be honest I was scared. I never rode on one before. The motorcycle made an loud noise and I jumped. The preacher laughed.

"Little miss attitude is scared now",he asked. I rolled my eyes trying not to smile. I didn't want him to think I was a punk so I hopped on. It felt weird. It was like riding an horse..

"You might want to put your hands around my waist",he said . You know how in the books when the bad boy makes the good girl ride the motorcycle and she ends up riding it. But when he ask her to wrap her arms around her she says no. Then they ride off and she ends up wrapping her arms around him and they both feel that thing called love. I know y'all know what im talking about. Well this not that kind of story.

Im not Finna play hard to get like them good girls be doing. I wrapped my arms around him. It felt so good. We rode off . I felt so ....free. My first time riding an motorcycle with an preacher. Wow.

"Where do you live ",he asked. I gave him my address and he nodded. As soon as I was about to lay my head on His shoulder we pulled up at my apartment. He got off and helped me off. I felt like an 2 year old. "Thanks",I murmed.

I started walking off but he stopped me."The names Brandon. Pastor Brandon. Maybe sometime you can come to my church",he said giving me an smile. Damn his smile was sexy too. "I don't go to church whit boy",I said giving him the middle finger.

I walked inside my house. No man has ever made me this mad. I was sexually frustrated. I wanted his so bad. But he was an preacher. And he was white. Plus he might still be an virgin.

I laughed. I hope I never see him again.