All Chapters of In Love With My Spiritual Father: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

I sat on the edge of my bed, watching the blue light of my phone screen illuminate the dark room. *Because you know you want to.* I didn't blush, and I certainly didn't feel innocent. A slow, knowing smile curved across my mouth because I understood every single layer of what he was playing at. I knew he wanted me before I left, and I knew why. But men like George didn't get things handed to them on a silver platter just because they snapped their fingers. I leaned back against the headboard, letting the silence stretch out before tapping out my reply. *Do I?* His answer came back almost instantly, sharp and impatient. *Don’t play with me, Pat.* My smile widened. I typed my next words deliberately, savoring the friction. *Maybe I like playing.* I had learned a long time ago that men rarely said exactly what they wanted. They dressed it up in compliments, expensive dinners, manufactured concerns, and smooth promises. But underneath all of it was always the exact same thing: the

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

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

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