Extreme Addiction (The Sexy Series #2) (5 page)

“No, I have arranged for your departure this morning.”

“
Excuse me?” I immediately lifted my upper body up off the cot, surprised at Sister Janice’s disclosure.

“
Get your things ready. Mitch will be landing in a half an hour to take you back to Kinshasa. From there you will fly back to the U.S.,” she said with a stern countenance, while stuffing my bag with my belongings.

“
Hey, be careful with that,” I howled. “The little bulbs on that brush are sensitive and fall out if you press on them.”

Sister Janice put my bag down and crossed her arms. “Then get up and get your things ready.”

I got up from the bed and took off my nightgown. I stood in front of Sister Janice in my bra and underwear. She looked away while expressing a small huff. I grabbed the outfit from last night and dressed myself in a hurry. As I buttoned my shirt I asked, “Why are you sending me back so soon?”

“
You know why, Sister.”

“
Because I took a jog around the soccer field?”

Sister Janice let out a condescending chuckle. “I saw you walk out of the hall with E’tienne during dinner. Twenty minutes later one of the groundskeepers told me your friend emerged from the same area you did. You’re lucky I haven’t told Father Anton.”

“When I took this oath, I sincerely meant it. You cannot dispatch me because your judgment is clouded by your perceptions of an unspeakable nature,” I said.

Sister Janice’s eyes opened wide. “What are you implying?”

“
I am not implying anything, but I’m surprised you’d think of such things.”

“
I saw how you were daydreaming when E’tienne introduced himself. I wasn’t a nun at birth, Sister Jessie. I do comprehend the human condition and I don’t trust that you have proper control of it,” she said, with maternal resignation.

I looked toward the floor. I didn’t want to continue to make eye contact with Sister Janice. She had me pegged and the more I resisted her insinuations the more I resorted to lie after lie. I grabbed my bag and bolted out the front door.

E’tienne was playing soccer with the kids in the center of the village. I ran right by him and headed toward the air strip. He stopped kicking the ball. The children spontaneously erupted into an organized game. “Sister Jessie,” he called out, as I whisked right past him.

I ran toward the jungle trail which led to the landing strip. E’tienne following behind in a slight jog. “Sister, stop!” he pleaded, his voice echoing off the trees, some with trunks the size of overpass pillars.

I quit running and slowed to halt. I turned around and E’tienne approached with sadness. His brows sagged with worry and his carefree face, with chiseled cheekbones and youthful skin was now sunken in disquietude. “Why are you running?”

“
They’re sending me away.”

“
Does she know?”

“
No, I...I mean, maybe,” I said, shaking my head.

“
About me cheating on games?”

“
No...is that what you’re worried about?”

“
If word got out that I had fixed games I would be finished, in fact, soccer would be finished.”

“
Must be nice to live in E’tienne’s world, where there is no consequence for sex,” I said, as I threw my arms in the air. “I on the other hand am suspected of fooling around and my career is on the brink of destruction.”

“
What did you tell Sister Janice?”

“
Nothing. She thinks we were up to something. It’s just so unfair. It’s my looks. Yes, we did something, but if I was old and ugly, they’d never suspect anything.”

“
No matter what happens you cannot tell them what I told you,” E’tienne appealed, as his beautiful blue eyes sparkled with vulnerability. He almost had me, but I could see straight through his facade and recognize his inherent selfishness which was most likely doted upon him since he happened to be a superstar athlete.

“
E’tienne, you’re a beautiful person and I don’t regret my dalliance, but your selfishness is something extraordinary.”

E’tienne was paralyzed. He didn’t know what to do as he thought, due to my sudden instability, that his secret was probably not safe. Truth was, I didn’t care enough about his horrific professional decisions that would compel me to tell someone about them.

I didn’t hug E’tienne, or kiss him on the cheek, as I was worried that Sister Janice was watching me beyond the clearing. I wanted to get out and forget about my experience at the mission.

I heard Mitch’s Cesna circling the strip. The engine’s hum broke the rhythm of our interaction and gave the much needed segway to part ways with E’tienne and my time here.

“
Thank you for your attention,” I said, as I picked my bag up off the ground and turned toward the strip.

“
Sister?” E’tienne said. I turned around and made final eye contact with him. He muttered loudly, “I’m sorry.”

“
No need for apologies,” I said, with a relaxed smile. “I had fun.”

To be continued in:

Eternal Seduction

The Sexy Series #3

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