All Chapters of In Love With My Spiritual Father: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Pat was already soaking wet, her underwear completely drenched as he fondled her, spreading her legs wide across the bed. Pastor Timothy didn't miss a beat. He slid his right hand down from her breast, pressing hard over her wet panties and rubbing her clitoris straight through the fabric. He was supposed to be off-limits—a holy man, a pillar of the church, the kind of saint everyone looked up to without question. Yet here he was, with his face buried deep between her thighs, eating her out with a desperate hunger and giving her the most mind-blowing oral sex she had ever had in her life.For Pat, church hadn't been about actual prayer in a long, long time. She sat right there in the second row with her spine straight and her hands folded neatly over her black Bible—the exact, sickening picture of Deacon Matthew’s respectable daughter.The congregation called her pure, modest, and well-behaved, a shining example for the younger kids in youth fellowship whose parents ate those complime

The conversation at the dinner table started like any other Friday evening, the clink of cutlery against porcelain mixing with the low hum of the television in the sitting room. But Pat’s mind wasn’t on the food. For as long as she could remember, Brother Alex had been an immovable fixture of the church—arriving before dawn, staying long after the final benediction, and moving through the halls with that infuriating, collected calm. Yet, despite how closely she watched him, she had never once seen a ring on his finger, nor had she ever heard anyone mention a girlfriend or a wife.*Does he even have a woman?* the thought had gnawed at her for weeks. *Does he go home to an empty house, or is there someone waiting in the dark? And if he’s single... why hasn't he ever looked at me? Am I not beautiful enough?*She pushed her food around her plate, biding her time until the atmosphere felt light enough to strike. Across the table, her father was talking about the upcoming church harvest, hi

Alex blinked, clearly caught off guard as his gaze swept over her. But before she could lose her nerve, a warm, welcoming smile broke across his face.“Sister Pat,” Alex said, stepping back to clear the doorway, his voice smooth and rich. “Please, come inside. I was so surprised when your dad called yesterday to say you were coming. To be honest… I was so happy.”Pat stepped inside, taking a quick, sweeping gaze around the living room. It was a cozy, self-contained apartment, a spacious room with an adjoining kitchen and a clean bathroom tucked neatly inside. For a bachelor who constantly complained about having no free time, the place was surprisingly tidy.Alex closed the door behind her, all smiles.“Would you like any water? Do you need anything?” he asked warmly.“I’m fine, thank you,” Pat replied, her voice smooth and composed.Alex nodded, gesturing toward the couch.“Make yourself comfortable. I was actually watching a series on my laptop before you came. How are your mom an

The silence in the bedroom felt different now—not empty, not peaceful either, just heavy. Pat sat quietly and watched Alex. The man she knew from church, who always seemed so certain and controlled, looked completely different now. The confidence he carried in front of everyone had disappeared, replaced by someone struggling to understand how one moment had changed everything.For a while, neither of them spoke. Alex slowly looked at her, his voice dropping to a tense, urgent whisper.“Pat... no one must find out about this,” he said, his eyes wide with sudden panic. “You know your dad. The church. If your dad finds out, he will kill me.”Pat slowly looked at him, a knowing smile touching the corners of her lips.“You think I’m a child, don’t you?” she said softly, her smile deepening.Alex didn’t say anything. His head bent down, staring blankly at the open palm of his hand.After a heavy moment, Alex finally looked up again with a small shake of his head, letting out a breath before

The afternoon sun dipped toward the horizon, casting a long, warm golden glow across the quiet residential street as the family car turned into the driveway.Earlier that day, right after the service, as the family and Brother Alex were about leaving the church grounds while people were still bustling about—some packing up chairs and others putting things in order—Pat’s father called out to Alex to greet him and check how he was doing.Alex immediately stopped, turning with a polite smile to greet him. "Good afternoon, Deacon. I'm doing well, thank you."From there, they began talking about church activities and everything regarding the next weekly programs. In the middle of their conversation, Brother Alex immediately thanked Pat’s father for allowing Pat to come to his house the previous day to help him with his house chores and his laundry.Pat’s father had smiled warmly, waving a hand and saying, "Oh, it's fine, it's nothing. This is one of the things we do to help each other, tha