Chapter Five

Elara’s POV

The morning after Sunday’s Mass felt unusually still.

As I walked through the church’s compound, my mind drifted back to Mrs Rachel’s words.

"He will come by noon.

Twelve o’clock".

I had remembered it.

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By noon, I checked my phone.

Nothing, no text that her son wasn't coming as usual. It wasn't his first time running from church or declining.

Later again—

It was past 3PM.

And still no sign of him.

I exhaled softly, lowering my phone.

My gaze shifted and landed on old Sister Selena, still watering the flowers while softly humming a hymn.

Good.

Maybe this would keep me distracted, since the only place I visit for my alone time which was the library, still reminds me of what had happened with Sister Annette and the Christian brother.

I walked towards her just as she moved to another set flower—a marigold.

“Peace be unto you, Sister Elara,” she smiled warmly raising herself up.

“And unto you,” I replied.

“I can help.” I added quickly before she could return to her work.

She hesitated at first, then handed me the watering can.

Moments later, she mentioned going to get scissors to trim the flowers at the other side.

I nodded.

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Hours passed.

She didn’t return. Few kids had passed earlier for their evening batimzim lessons.

When I finally checked my phone again, it was already 6:45PM.

Earlier, I had seen a sack on the floor. Inside it was a pair of 

scissors.

So I didn’t wait.

After watering, I began trimming the flowers myself.

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I was almost done when a shadow stretched across me.

“Sister Elara…”

I turned quickly with expectations.

Sister Annette stood there.

Her expression… unreadable.

Something about it made the air shift.

She stepped closer, her voice dropping immediately into panic.

“Please… don’t tell anyone,” she said quickly. “Please. I swear, I’ll never do it again.”

Her words came out rushed, desperate.

I watched her quietly.

Then spoke finally.

“I won’t tell anyone.”

Her shoulders dropped slightly in relief—

“…if you confess to the priest.”

Her expression changed, instantly replaced with fear.

“No… I can’t,” she whispered. “I’m scared… I don’t know what will happen.”

Before I could respond—

“Sister Elara!”

We both turned.

Old sister Selena approached, slightly breathless.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Something delayed me longer than I intended.”

Her eyes moved over the flowers, now neatly trimmed. 

A bit surprised by how I had got the scissors. 

“Oh… you’ve done everything already. Thank you.”

I nodded lightly.

Then she added—

“You have a guest.”

I frowned slightly.

“At the library.”

The library?

Of all places?

“Sister Elara…” I jotted back to reality as she called out.

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The walk there felt heavier than usual.

When I reached the door, I pushed it open slowly.

I froze at the sight.

A figure stood inside. Narrowing his hands slightly at the books neatly placed on the shelves.

My eyes traced to a it wearing only just a pant. Exposing just his bare body.

Then as my eyes traced down from his waist straight up to his broad back, up to his neck and then the back of his his eyes.

 He slowly turns as if aware someone was watching at him. He peep to see me clearly before I finally cleared my throat breaking the silence and stepping away from the door.

Stepping close to him leaving a narrow distance.

Somehow I couldn't help but get a better look at his well built features. Dear Lord, he was freaking hot. I didn't plan to think those words at least not here, but my emotions did.

And then—

For a second, I thought I was imagining things.

After yesterday at the library… it wouldn’t be impossible.

But no.

He was real.

My eyes moved slowly again—

From his waist…

Up his broad chest…

To his neck…I couldn't stop looking.

And then—

He turned.

Did he caught me staring? That would be so embarrassing.

Our eyes met.

Dear Lord…

The thought came uninvited.

He was…

Distractingly attractive.

No.

This couldn’t be him. A gay?.

The same guy I have sometimes fantasies about.

Now standing close to me _just the two of us here.

But then—

My eyes focus on his chest even more, I swallowed hard, till they dropped right on his six packs. 

They looked thick and fresh. My mouth slightly dropped. One thing I'd ever noticed since I got into the library was that, his body glow obviously dew to heat generating sweats. What if he hasn't pulled his shirt off and was doing it now, like right now?!.

"You are drowning Sister? Do you find this body fantasizing?" He smirks closing up the space between us. 

“You are late… Mr Adrian.” I concluded finally letting my mind accept that he was the Adrian I was expecting. Embarrassing creeping inside me.

The words left my lips before I could even rethink them.

A smirk curved on his face.

“That sounds like a b!tch who's worried her boyfriend might be cheating on her for coming home late.”

His voiced chuckles.

There was something in it. Something unsettling. I ignored the F words he used on me. Gosh, his voice is intimidating when he laughs... no, his presence too.

“You and I are different people,” I replied, steadying myself. “So don’t worry. It will never happen.” I assured. Maintaining my standard. Trying to walk some distance from were we stood.

“Really?” he stepped closer again.

My breath hitched slightly. I stepped backward, and he kept walking.

“You think so? You know, I could just fncking get you laid here and right now!" He spats the words.

The words hit harder than expected.

Before I could think—

My hand moved.

The sound of the slap echoed softly in the room.

Silence followed.

He touched the spot slowly.

Then his expression changed.

Darkened.

Before I could react—

He drags me by the arms forcefully helding my waist firmly and turning me around, my body pressing against the old books on the shelves. I felt it shakes.

My breath caught.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, my voice shaken.

“You still don’t get it, you fncking innocent little b!tch? If I can't have my way, then I would have my way!"

 Before I could say a word, He closed the distance fully. As he smashed his alluring lips against mine? his voice dropped, rough, controlled.

My thoughts scattered instantly.

I gritted my teeth trying to make him not get his way... this was crazy. I felt his tongue slides through my teeth, asking for permission. 

I was supposed to push him, but I couldn't or maybe I didn't want to... instead, I opened up greedily, my body reacting to the hot tension. 

I tried to resist—tried to hold onto reason— but instead I found my hands slowly moving up to his chest.

He penetrates his tongue deep into my mouth before I could change my mind.

He k!ssed me roughly, sucking on every of my saliva dry. 

I tried returning the kiss and he gladly let me, yet my mind warns me to stop, this was wrong but I didn't. It was my first and definitely going to be my last.

Lord, he tasted like fresh pineapple juice mixed in milk. Ugh, I was literally getting wet between my legs. I hated how I was submitting to his aura.

My hand search for his hair by itself. I dragged on it roughly as his hands also went down between my legs. He smirks in-between kisses.

"You are already so fucking wet for me Elara"

I slightly pushed my bre@st brushing against his exposed chest. Before finally pushing him away roughly, gasping for breath. 

My sense halfway coming back to me. Not before I felt him pucking his head towards the back of my neck. His breath fanning through my sweaty skin. His other hand fondle my breast softly pinching on my n!pples hidden under my Habit dress.

"Mmm, Adrian...ahh" I moans softly. My eyes narrowing backward. 

Was this what Annette was feeling, or something else? . It felt so good I wanted to stop but my body doesn't.

"You want this don't you Elara? Say you don't want it and I will stop here" he command but I was already on cloud nine.

"See, I knew you were a little bad bitch from the first time I saw you praying...fnck, you are just a little spoilt bad girl, playing innocent " he says licking my neck and sucking on it. I whimpered.

I bit on my lower lip just as he lifts his head away from my neck and sees me do that. 

"D@mn, you are sexy doing that " I quickly drags his shirt roughly placing a kiss on his lips. He kissed me back hungrily. My hands walks on his chest fingering him. He lets out a groan, reacting while pressing harder again, on my breast which cupped his hand pretty well.

Everything felt overwhelming.

Heat rising.

Tension tightening. Wrong.

And yet—

I didn’t stop it immediately.

Just as he made another step to take his hands in-between my legs, I quickly held his hand and pulls it away, disengaging on the hot tension we were both building. Neither of us heaving non stop.

"Stop, this... this is wrong please" I shook my head almost tearfully. His eyes darkened for a second before he looked away "why? Do you think stopping her would make God forgive you?" He asked darkly.

I hated the truth in what he said.

"He would...if we stop now...I will leave first".

But the moment stretched… blurred…

"Elara..."

That was the worst part.

My body reacted before my mind could catch up, with the way his voice sounded so good on his lips when saying my name.

Before I could decide.

The closeness, the intensity—it pulled something out of me I didn’t understand.

Didn’t want to understand.

And still—

For a moment—

I gave in to it.

Completely.

Until reality hit me all at once.

Sharp and terrifying.

My voice trembled.

I shook my head, stepping back.

For a brief second, something flickered in his eyes.

Then it hardened again.

“Do you really think stopping now changes anything?” he asked darkly.

“It does,” I replied, forcing the words out. “It has to, lets stop here. No one should find out about this” I bit on my lower lip in regret.

I didn’t wait.

Didn’t look back.

I turned and ran out of the library—

Before I lost myself completely into sin.