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Chapter 68: The Man Who Couldn't Look Away
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In Love With My Spiritual Father Chapter 68: The Man Who Couldn't Look Away
"You keep looking at that door."George flinched. His jaw locked so tight the muscle twitched under his skin, and his hand—which had started to reach for my wrist—dropped back to his side as if he’d been burned."Shut up, Pat," he muttered, his voice a low, rough hiss.He didn't look at me. He couldn't. His eyes kept darting past my shoulder toward the glass doors leading back into the bright house. The hallway, the stairs where Dennis could appear at any second—he was tracking all of them, terrified someone was watching.It was pathetic, and it drove a weird, sharp thrill straight through me.For a second, a cold little drop hit my stomach. *This is actually stupid,* a small voice in my head said. I was standing in the backyard of the man I was involved with, pretending to be his son's girlfriend, with his miserable wife inside and Dennis just down the hall.Then George reached out again, his fingers catching my arm, but he didn't pull me close this time. He just held on for a fracti
In Love With My Spiritual Father Chapter 67: High-Society Chess
The weekend dragged in, and then suddenly it was here. Since that late-night text and the weird warning from the unknown number, Alex hadn't called or texted once. The guy was probably just terrified of ticking off his wife again, keeping his head down to avoid any more blowups. Fine by me. I had bigger things to deal with.Dennis had been talking about this weekend visit for days, buzzing with excitement every time he brought it up. But walking through the iron gates of his family’s estate felt less like a casual visit and more like walking straight into a trap.The house smelled like old money and dead air. Dennis’s mother, Ruth, met us in the hallway. Wrapped in an expensive boubou with her hair pulled back tight, she looked like a woman who hadn't genuinely smiled in a decade. She gave me a cold, hard look from head to toe before forcing a tight, miserable smile. She didn't give a damn about me being her son's girlfriend; you could tell she barely tolerated Dennis himself. The vib
In Love With My Spiritual Father Chapter 66: Fractured Glass
Amara’s povThe phone on the nightstand buzzed, a sharp, vibrating hum against the wood that cut straight through the quiet of the bedroom.I glanced over from the edge of the bed. The screen flashed bright with an incoming notification. I reached out and snatched it up before Alex could move, my eyes locking onto the name instantly.**Pat.**A cold jolt shot straight through my veins. Seeing that exact name—the ghost I had lived in the shadow of for two years—made my chest tighten. I didn't hesitate. I unlocked the screen and looked right down at the preview message:*I keep thinking about tonight. I wish you were still here.*The blood drained completely from my face. I held the phone up, my hand shaking with a rage that had been simmering beneath the surface for a long, painful time.I dropped the phone right onto Alex’s lap."What is this?" My voice shook, pitching high with disbelief and fury. "Read it. Go ahead and read it, Alex. What the hell is this?"Alex froze, the relaxed c
In Love With My Spiritual Father Chapter 65: Tangled Threads
The cab ride back home was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the blur of streetlights cutting through the tinted windows. In the back seat, my mind drifted entirely away from the road, pulled backward by the weight of the evening. The memory of Alex hit me in sudden, vivid waves—not just the way he looked tonight without his ring, but the raw, frantic history we shared. I thought of his bedroom, the constant, breathless heat between us at the back of the church, and that reckless quickie we squeezed into the church restroom right between service blocks, back when we were still tangled up in everything.It was a dangerous kind of hunger, and even though I had just left him at the lounge, the memory of those hidden spaces kept replaying behind my eyes, alongside all the times we stole moments back in school.When I finally got home, I went straight to my room to freshen up, washing away the stale air of the lounge. I lay down on my bed, letting out a long breath. Not quite long
In Love With My Spiritual Father Chapter 64: Echoes of the Past
I didn't want to overdo it, but I needed to leave an impression. As I stood in front of my mirror, smoothing down my outfit, a quiet, knowing smile touched my lips. I wanted to make him remember what he had been missing. Two years of absence, two years of silence, and I wanted him to feel every single second of it the moment he looked at me. My mother’s casual warning echoed in the back of my head while I finished getting ready: *“Alex got married, you know. To some girl in the choir.”* I didn't even know her. I guess there are so many people that have joined the choir since I left for school. Whoever she was, she was just a placeholder. The lounge was twenty minutes away, and by the time I arrived, surprisingly, he was already waiting for me at a corner booth. The moment he saw me approaching, Alex stood up so fast his chair scraped loudly against the floor. Before I could even say a word, his arms were around me, pulling me into a tight, desperate hug. He smelled exactly the
In Love With My Spiritual Father Chapter 63: Finally Home
Standing outside the gate of our house, I realized just how long two years actually felt. It had been nearly twenty-four months since I packed my things and left for university.Being away at school gave me something I badly wanted: freedom. Living on my own meant I no longer had my parents watching everything I did. I could make my own choices, go places, meet people, and live my life without constantly explaining myself. My parents still expected me to behave, but the constant supervision was gone. I had grown more independent, more confident, and much more comfortable making my own decisions.When I pushed the front door open, my mother was the first to see me. I was genuinely surprised by how excited she was.She had prepared a massive spread of food on the dining table, almost like a small buffet in the house. There were bowls of jollof rice, fried plantains, stewed chicken, and all my favorite homemade dishes. It was enough food to make me realize she had been counting down the
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