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Chapter 5: Tempting the Father (Part I)

Chapter 5: Tempting the Father (Part I)

I entered the father's office, he was sitting on his desk, he was not wearing a shirt, I felt myself blush.

"Father, and his shirt?"

He approached me, I started to back away.

"Father, but what are you doing?"

He didn't answer me and I continued backing away until my back hit the wall, he imprisoned me with his body, I could feel the muscles of his torso, my heart was racing.

"I want you to kiss me, Celeste," said the father, taking me by the chin.

"Father that is incorrect," I whispered.

"Shh... don't talk."

When his lips were about to make contact with mine, I opened my eyes suddenly.

«Shit».

My heart racing, my body completely hot and dazed, I looked at the darkness of the room, my roommate was asleep, it was still night.

I closed my eyes asking for forgiveness for that dream and then I couldn't sleep the rest of the night thinking about that dream I had with Father William.


I had some photos of insects with good focus that were some of my favorites, they were some of my best work, so when it was morning, I went to Mr. William's office, I hesitated in front of his office and I raised my hand, filling myself with courage, and I touched the door twice.

"Come in," I heard his deep voice.

I swallowed heavily, remembering last night made me feel a little nervous, I don't know, it just felt strange, like I couldn't control my body when I was close to him, that scared me.

«God».

I had to stop thinking about that, he was the father, nothing more, he was my authority, nothing out of this world, I just had to ignore his attractive face, and control what it did to my hormones.

I turned the knob and went into his office caressing the folder in my hands, its intense smell of manly fragrance filled my senses, Father William was wearing his ecclesiastical clothing, he was sitting behind his desk with the Bible in his hands, his glasses on. adorning his face, looking more attractive than before.

I licked my lips as I felt my body tremble and my cheeks heat up when he looked up and his gray eyes locked onto mine. I shivered, the tension in the atmosphere being torturous for me suddenly making me hot.

How could he be so attractive? And from the first moment he attracted me in a strange way that I had never felt in my life.

"It's 4 minutes past 7," he scolded me.

Uhm, apparently he wasn't in a good mood, it had only been 4 minutes.

"Excuse me, Father," I said and showed him the folder in my hands, "I was at the photocopier and..."

"I didn't ask you to justify your tardiness," he replied, shutting me up.

Apparently he woke up grumpy today.

He took off his glasses, preserving his displeased expression, and continued saying:

"Show me the reason why the photography class should be left in force."

I approached his desk and handed him the folder, showing him the printed photo that I had selected to convince him. He picked her up looking at her and dropped her on the desk with disdain, his expression never changing.

"And Well?" I asked, wanting him to tell me something.

"I don't like."

"What?" I said incredulously, it was one of the best photos in my opinion.

"It looks very ordinary, it doesn't look real or authentic, nothing that impresses me, it's not worth it," he said, taking the Bible again and I noticed that in fact it was not the Bible, that is, it was the cover where it read Holy Bible but I had another book inside.

But what was he reading then...?

He closed the book when he realized that he was watching him and sat back in the seat.

I couldn't believe he was actually not impressed with something I loved and would just shut it down.

It seemed disrespectful to me.

"What do you want?" I blurted out, he looked at me and I added, lowering the volume of my tone of voice: "Father."

He thought about it for a moment probably seeing how he affected me and said:

"I want something extraordinary, something real and shocking."

«God».

None of my work then was going to impress him, they were all insects, or at least mostly.

"Give me more time, I'll do it," I swore.

I noticed how he seemed to think about it and then giving up he said:

"I'll give you until 12 noon, otherwise, there will be no contemplations."

Yes, I did it!

"It's okay, Father," I said, bowing my head, and turned to leave before he changed his mind, but as soon as I touched the knob, I heard:

"Celeste."

I stopped, my name on his lips made me shudder again and he continued saying:

"I want it to be extraordinary."

It will be.

I left there and went to the Saturday fasting devotional with the other nuns, but with my mind scheming about what I could photograph that would be “extraordinary.” When I left I went towards the wide stream that was a few minutes from the cathedral with my camera, this was a secluded place and I knew that almost no one came to these places, it was like my secret place, it was what I thought all morning, something what to photograph... spectacular.

The sound of insects and birds along with the flow of the stream water relaxed me, I took photos of the bushes, flowers, birds, but nothing flashy or anything that could be “extraordinary”.

I sat on the bank of the river trying not to get frustrated, I took off my shoes and socks and put my feet in the warm water, it was hot.

At this precise moment I was beginning to hate Father William and his attitude that seemed arrogant to me, he should be fired for being frightening and arrogant.

I didn't like him.

It was stupid because being in the cathedral, no one should be paying attention to beauty or giving room to carnal thoughts as was precisely what happened to me with those wet dreams.

I hated him more than ever for creating those weird thoughts and feelings in me.

I looked at the water and the dry leaves that were abundant on the ground, they were red, orange and green, it was a good idea for a self-portrait, well, part of it would be from the back with leaves that would only mark my arm and part of my shoulder.

It would be perfect.

I placed many sheets, I had seen this photo a long time ago by my grandmother who took it from my grandfather, of course she was naked...

I lay down on the pile of leaves on my back and with the timer I placed the camera on the stand, when I looked at the photo I was a little disappointed, the black robe came out, but the colors and the essence were perfect.

However, it was still not... extraordinary as Father William requested.

I took off my nun's cap, releasing my hair, making sure that no one was around, because I was practically hidden in the stream in a place where few people passed by.

I took the photo again, but I wasn't convinced because the tunic was visible, maybe if I took it off for a moment...

I slipped the zipper leaving my back bare, it would be quick, only for my arm to come out with no cloth. When I finished unzipping I was startled when I heard a leaf rustle, I stopped holding my tunic.

Was anyone nearby?

I looked around, I didn't see anyone.

I frowned a little strangely, but when I looked at the reflection of the water, it reflected a black robe hidden behind a tree as if it were spying on me, I could identify the golden cross on its chest.

It was Father William.

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