"Daddy must hear of this!" Brother Amos shouted as he burst into the room, catching me with Sister Gloria.
Before either of us could say a word, he was already gone—running out in a frenzy.
A chill ran through my entire body, goosebumps rising like waves across my skin.
It hit me.
What I had just done.
I turned slowly to face Sister Gloria, still lying on the bed, and a wave of disgust surged through me—disgust not just at her, but at myself.
"Oh God... What did I do? What have I gotten myself into?" I muttered aloud, trembling.
"Calm down," Sister Gloria said casually, beginning to dress. "It's not really a big deal."
I stared at her in disbelief. "Not a big deal? Do you even understand what just happened?" I shouted, my voice breaking.
She smirked as she fastened her blouse. "I thought you were a man. Clearly, you're still a boy."
Her words struck me harder than a slap. I stood frozen, watching a side of Sister Gloria I had never seen—cold, dismissive, and utterly unfazed.
My mouth hung open. I didn't know what to say.
She finished dressing, gave me one last look, and walked out.
I dropped to the bed, burying my face in my hands, my mind spinning.
I reached for my phone and dialed Brother Amos. No connection. I tried again. Nothing.
"Aaahh! I'm finished!" I cried, falling back onto the bed, tears burning down my face.
I don't know how long I lay there. But time felt meaningless.
A knock on the door jolted me upright.
I opened it to find one of the senior pastor's sons standing there.
"Good afternoon, Brother Mike. My dad wants to see you," he said calmly.
I felt the blood drain from my face. My heart pounded in my chest.
"I'll be there shortly… just need to get dressed," I managed to say.
He nodded and walked away.
I closed the door and leaned against it, wishing time could rewind—wishing I could undo everything. But wishes don't count for much. If only they did, I'd ride one straight out of this disaster.
I cursed the day I met Sister Gloria.
She was a new member in our church—relocated from another branch where she had worshipped for years. That made her transition easy. Familiar, even.
We first connected during an evangelism outreach. Since she was new to the area, I volunteered to drive her to the venue.
That's where it all began.
At first, it was innocent enough. Friendly conversations. Shared ministry.
But I noticed something dangerous early on—the way we kept getting closer.
I didn't like it.
I've always struggled with my attraction to women. Since becoming born again, I'd made a firm decision to stay clear, to avoid temptation. And especially since being ordained a junior pastor, I stayed far away from anything that even smelled like compromise.
But Sister Gloria was different.
She suggested we become prayer partners. I hesitated, but agreed.
Initially, we met in public spaces. Then one day, because of rain, she proposed we pray in my room. I didn't think much of it at the time.
Now I wish I had.
I arrived at the senior pastor's house with dread weighing down every step.
Inside were the senior pastor, his wife, Brother Amos, Sister Gloria, and the assistant pastor—all seated.
I greeted them softly and stood in the corner, unable to look anyone in the eye.
"Pastor Mike," the senior pastor said solemnly, "Brother Amos reported that he saw you… on top of Sister Gloria. Is that true?"
My knees weakened. I wished the floor would open up and swallow me.
I nodded, unable to speak.
"Jesus Christ!" the room erupted.
"Sister Gloria," the pastor turned to her, "what do you have to say?"
She burst into tears. I was stunned.
"I asked him to be my prayer partner because I admired how devoted he was to God," she said between sobs. "I suggested we pray in public places. But… he insisted on his room."
Her words shattered me.
I looked around, confused, betrayed. Was I hearing correctly?
And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse… she dropped the final blow that brought me to my knees.