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I’m in pain right now listening to this confession. I nod for her to continue as I cross my arms and lean against my desk. Her eyes track my movements.
“This is my confession. I am not a good girl, and I don’t care if I’m about to get divorced. About to have a red stain from this society on me. I’m taking control of my life. I won’t act on whatever this is between us. We both know that we’re feeling some… way… about the other. I’ve never experienced this before,” she pauses before continuing.
“I won’t do that to you,” Avery finishes with conviction.
She doesn’t give me a chance to reply. Before I can say anything, she’s walking out of my office. Leaving me speechless as I watch her go.
I hadn’t heard anything about the Mathesons getting divorced around the parish to date. I doubt it’s making the rounds of her society friends yet since there weren’t even whispers about it this past Sunday. A priest always hears the whispers of his congregation.
Avery’s confession was the confirmation I needed to hear. I was right about her life. My Goldie girl is lost.
Fuck, she had to add in that part about her under the spray of a shower, naked and touching herself with a vibrator. Why am I so perverted when it comes to all things Avery?
I am taken aback by her confession. People rarely surprise me. Clearly, we both know there’s an intense pull between us that we can’t act on.
What she doesn’t understand, though, is that her words only caused my cock to harden even more than it already was from being in her presence.
Hearing her refer to herself as a good girl and a bad one, too, was the dichotomy of the ideal woman for me. A concept that I can’t afford to let be true.
I can’t hurt anyone else.
Not someone who actually has a pure soul like Avery.
Her staring up at me with those bright, sad eyes almost caused me to snap and forget all about my rules and history. I wanted to make her mascara run down her face, smear her red lipstick, and have her begging me to punish her for her confession.
I need to seek counsel from my mentor, Patrick, soon before I act on these urges. I just have no fucking clue how I’ll explain this one.
I’m glad to hear that she’s decided not to stay with that bastard of a husband. Who the fuck cheats on a woman like Avery? Someone out of their damn mind, that’s who.
In my short time here, I already know that most of the other women in my parish would stay. Stay for the money, the security, the life.
Not my Avery. She’s much braver than she thinks she is.
Fuck.
Coming to St. Peter’s is going to prove to be the test of my life.
Chapter 10
As one face differs from another, so does one human heart from another.
Proverbs 27:19
I wasn’t expecting Avery to return the very next day. She came into my office and pretended like she didn’t just twist my heart from her confession.
Avery smiled at me when she walked in, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Where can I start?”
I know what she’s doing. Trying to move past what's happening between us. I have to let this run its course. Surely, after some time, we could get past our attraction to one another.
“Here,” I start, handing her a folder of décor problems we’re facing. I don’t think they’re problems, but Patricia and the others on the team do.
“Thanks,” she responds.
Flipping through the folder, she nods her head in recognition of the issues. I’m glad she understands what’s wrong.
“I see,” Avery hums.
