All Chapters of Unholy Act With The Pastor’s Virgin Daughter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The choir hall buzzed with chatter and scattered notes. “Start from the chorus again,” the choir master clapped. “Williams, take it slow on the keys. ”All eyes slid to him, the new guy at the piano. Tall, broad shoulders, a perfect jawline, messy blond hair that looked like it cost money to style. He played smoothly, fingers moving like he owned the instrument. The girls in the soprano line weren’t even subtle. “God, he’s fine.” “Look at those hands.” “I bet he drives a Benz.” Naomi rolled her eyes, She adjusted her hymnbook, refusing to add her voice to the whispers. “Naomi, don’t you think he’s hot?” one of the altos nudged her. She smirked. “He’s a pianist, not Jesus, Calm down.” Giggles broke out, but Williams looked up, catching the tail end of her words. His dark sharp arrogant eyes flicked her way. The practice ended an hour later, and they were all tired, everyone packing up. Naomi slipped her notebook into her bag and turned for the door only to slam straight into Wil

Naomi woke with her heart still thudding from the message she had sent. She stared at the ceiling, hugging her pillow, replaying Nick’s words in her mind. Dinner tomorrow? You and me? And her own reckless reply: Okay tomorrow. She wanted to take it back, She wanted to pretend it never happened. But a small thrill curled in her stomach at the thought of him noticing her, choosing her out of all the girls. At breakfast, her father read his newspaper as usual, while her mother’s sharp eyes darted to Naomi. “You’re quiet,” Lydia said. “Did you sleep?” Naomi forced a smile. “Yes, Mom, just tired.” Her mother didn’t look convinced, but she let it go. Naomi picked at her food, her mind far away. ––– By afternoon, Naomi sat on the church pew, waiting for choir practice to start. The large hall echoed with footsteps and soft chatter. She held her hymn book tightly, flipping through the pages without seeing the words. “Spacing out again?” a voice drawled beside her. Naomi’s head snapped

Naomi’s lips tingled as the kiss lingered, her pulse thundering in her ears and her whole body felt like it was on fire, trembling with the weight of something she had never experienced before.Nick’s hands slid up her arms steady but insistent, drawing her closer until her body brushed against his. He tilted his head deepening the kiss, his breath warm and urgent against her mouth.Naomi gasped softly the sound swallowed by him, her fingers curled helplessly against his shirt clinging to her as if the world would spin away if she let go.Nick pressed further his lips moving with more hunger now, one hand drifting to the small of her back urging her flush against him. The strength of it startled her, how easily he filled her senses, how quickly she was losing herself.For a heartbeat she let herself sink into it, dizzy, almost drunk on the thrill of being wanted this way.But then like a cold ripple through the heat, her mother’s voice echoed in her mind. “Boys don’t care about your s

Naomi shut the door to her room with a trembling hand, pressing her back against it as if to hold the whole world out. The silence of the house pressed down on her but inside her heart was too loud thundering, breaking, and aching.Tears blurred her vision as she stumbled toward her bed and collapsed on it burying her face in the pillow. At first, she tried to hold it back but the tears came anyway hot and uncontrollable soaking through the fabric.Why? she thought miserably, why does it hurt this much?She had only known Nick for such a short time yet his smile haunted her every thought his words replayed like a melody she couldn’t silence. He had made her feel special, different, seen in a way no one has. And now he had looked right through her choosing other girls over her like she meant nothing.Naomi sat up, her cheeks wet, clutching the pillow tight against her chest. “Why do I care so much?” she whispered into the empty room. “Why does it feel like my heart is tearing apart?”S

Sunday morning came heavy with warmth and light, bells rang across the church compound as families arrived in their best clothes. Naomi walked beside her mother, her Bible pressed against her chest. She tried to look calm, but inside her heart beat fast. She knew Williams would be around and after the promise she gave Nick she was determined not to speak to him again.The church was already buzzing when they entered. Ushers welcomed them, the choir rehearsed one last hymn, and children ran down the aisle before their parents hushed them. Naomi hurried to her section head bent not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.But it didn’t take long.Williams spotted her from the other side of the hall, his eyes lit up the way they always did when he saw her, and before Naomi could pretend not to notice he came closer, holding a small folded note in his hand.“Naomi,” he whispered gently slipping the paper onto her hymnbook.Her throat tightened, She didn’t want to draw attention, so she ke