Church Girls Don't Tell

By Temple Leery

"I know it was stupid. Like they say, hindsight is 20/20. I fell for the seduction and ate the forbidden apple. I was a virgin, but I had an affair and now I'm reaping what I sowed. I'm determined to turn my life around and right the wrongs I have done. Prayerfully, I will be blessed with a second chance at love- a chance for real good love with a real good man."

Destiny Daniels dreams fall apart when her forbidden lover demands she terminate the unwanted pregnancy. Destiny refuses and soon realizes the man she thought loved her is not the God-fearing man she fell for. She's determined to make him pay for hurting her. Just when she thinks her life is a complete disaster, she meets someone who turns out to be everything she always wanted, but how can she fears losing him when he finds out about the secret baby she's carrying and who the father really is.

This is book #1 and is available in a complete 3 Book Set. The approximate word count of this short story is 14,500 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Temple Leery
• Release date: Jan 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386899303

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

LET GO OF ME! I pushed backward stumbling over the black leather recliner.

His arms were wrapped around me. I felt like a Manx being squeezed by a python. The woodsy scented cologne filled my nostrils. He thrust his wide open mouth against my closed lips. I jerked my face away from his rejecting the invasion of his tongue and squirmed violently.

Tripping over my own feet, I regained my footing and darted out his office and into the fellowship hall. What the heck was he thinking?

Thank God the hallway was empty. Inside the sanctuary I heard the organ piping out this Little Light of Mine.

I rushed to the ladies room mirror.  A small section of my freshly relaxed bob was sticking straight up on the right side. I stroked the auburn hairs into place. And fingered the hairs into.

Cheeks flushed. Lip gloss was gone. A church full of members and he was in his study trying to put his tongue down my throat?

My heart pounded vibrating the zipper on my burgundy choir robe. I took a deep breath, forced it out, and hurriedly left the ladies room. God don’t let me see him. I stared straight ahead making a bee line through the side entrance and into the alto row of the choir.

The director, without missing a wave, gave me a stern look of disapproval. I mouthed a quick, I’m sorry, and joined the other voices.

I avoided looking at mama’s seat on the left side of the church. Her spot, she called it, was at the end of the second pew in the center aisle. I knew I’d have answer to her for entering service late. But Mama was the least of my worries.

I crooned, Don’t let Satan put it out, but in reality there was no light. Not today. Only dark confusion. I felt nauseated.

Just before the choir finished, he strolled out onto the stage. The blue suit with white pin stripes was now hidden beneath a regal flowing white robe. He was barely six foot, but the robe made him look much taller.

The hemline brushed the tips of his white snakeskin boots. The diamonds on his left ring finger glistened beneath the reading lamp as he thumbed through the black large print bible. He opened it to a passage and turned toward the choir.

I waited for him to look at me. I intended to frown, roll my eyes or something. So he’d know I disapproved of him pawing me. The gold link bracelet on his right wrist dangled. At his command the choir silenced. We took our seats.

Without so much as a glance at me, he turned back to his bible and began to pray. Really? I whispered to myself. So I’m invisible?

I bowed my head and my mind raced from the study to all of the times when our bodies innocently brushed in the copy room as we worked on church programs. Was this my fault?

A collective, Amen! broke my dream state. I lifted my eyes and stared at the back of his curly shoulder length locks. His hair always reminded me of Mike Brady’s from the Brady Bunch. I listened with anticipation trying to hear some remorse or nervousness in his tone.

He lifted his hands toward heaven as if he was receiving some divine transfer of information, then rested them clasped together on the black leather bound King James bible in front of him.

Turn in your bibles to Matthew 7 and 1. I realized I’d left my bible in mama’s minivan. I leaned over to look on with Sister Mable. She eased the