03 - Benjamin Scott
Benjamin Scott
Before I could turn away and head towards Cardinal Antony, hoping, by some miracle, that after committing the sin that now makes my skin burn as if I were already a captive of hell. I hear the groom’s mother calling my name.
"Bishop Scott?" Her voice stops me in my tracks.
I turn towards her, reluctant to engage in any conversation at this moment. All I want is to be with the man who raised me.
"Mrs. Carter!" I try to be brief, hoping she senses my urgency.
"I would like you to join us at the reception later. My mother wishes to have a word with you. I’ll arrange for a car to be at your disposal," she says, and I begin to shake my head. "I don’t think it would be wise to refuse a request from Carolina Alcântara Al-Makki."
Her words send a shiver down my spine, the name that has haunted my life for so many years.
"I’ll be there. I just need to say goodbye to my father now, if you’ll excuse me. I hope to find him still alive." Without fear, I turn my back on Mrs. Carter and make my way through the corridors.
The path is quiet, filled with an eerie peace, but inside me is a whirlwind of emotions. I can still taste the sweetness of Camilla’s lips, perhaps she had champagne or just a very sweet juice. The intrusive thought is enough to bring on another erection.
I sigh in frustration before entering the medical wing, resting my head against the door, pleading for God’s forgiveness.
"Have mercy on me, forgive me for my sins…"
I enter the room, which resembles an infirmary, and walk to where Antony lies. The man whom my uncle entrusted with my care, after the woman who murdered my father, broke into our home. Everyone thought it was too dangerous for me to stay with my family, so I was sent to New York and grew up in the church, learning everything, and inevitably following God’s calling.
As I step into the small space where the Cardinal, who raised me like a son, rests, I see him lying on his back, clutching a rosary, and by divine grace, he is still forcing his breath.
"Hi, Dad," I whisper, sitting in the chair beside him.
He turns his head and smiles at me.
"My time has come. Continue being the good son I raised you to be. A faithful and loyal servant, something you learned in your previous life." I grasp his hand and nod. "Give me the last rites and go. I don’t want you to see me pass. I am ready, but I know you are not."
And as an obedient son, I do what my father asked of me. I take one last look at him and step back a bit, watching the nuns care for him with all the tenderness they have. I sigh and walk away.
As much as I love him, I don’t want to see him die, and with his vital signs as they were, this transition won’t take long. Since I don’t want to stay here in the Cathedral, I head to the wedding party of the young Carter couple. I can't deny that I'm quite curious about what Mrs. Alcântara wants with me.
I leave the Cathedral and walk toward the security guard who was waiting for me, knowing they would do what they were ordered to do.
“Are you ready, Bishop?” the man asks.
I nod and follow him. Our journey to the reception hall, reserved for the grand celebration, doesn’t take more than twenty minutes, just like the entire hotel was reserved to accommodate all these people.
The car stops at one of the entrances, and I head toward a young woman who was directing the arriving guests to the party.
“Bishop Scott, Mrs. Alcântara asked that you go this way, the whole family is gathered over there!” I look in the direction she points and begin to walk that way.
My thoughts are racing from my father to that little devil with eyes as blue as the sky and hair as blonde as she is beautiful. Just thinking about her, I can still smell the perfume that lingers on my cassock.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again, Bishop Scott!” I freeze as the voice of that little demon comes from behind a large flower vase.
“Lord…” I murmur, placing a hand on my chest after the shock she just gave me.
“Not that I wouldn’t want to have my first experience with him, he’s gorgeous, but I believe he’s already married to a dentist…” she says as if she’s talking about someone I know.
“Excuse me, Miss…?” I forget her last name.
“Coppola, Camilla Coppola!” she says with pride.
“You certainly won’t be killed if someone suspects what happened, but if anyone finds out, I’m sure my neck will feel cold when my head is ripped from it, so I’d rather keep my distance!” I say and start to walk away.
“Then here’s the deal, Bishop, my room is 234, I’ll be waiting for you there!” She steps closer, and I see her pull a key card from her purse and slip it into the pocket of my cassock. “I hate to threaten, but if you don’t want to be killed, I suggest you meet me in my room in half an hour. I’ll be there, and if you’re late, I’ll tell my father what happened in that office.”
I look at that girl with a feeling of irritation starting to grow inside me. My eyes scan the surroundings, and I see a small door. I’m grateful there’s no one around as I pull this secretary of the devil herself into that space, praying no one is inside.
When I open the door, I’m relieved to find an empty room, and I pull her inside. I can hear her laughter, which seems to have a direct command over my penis. That part of my body, which I have always controlled, now seems to be at the mercy of any stimulus from that little demon since I met Camilla.
“ What do you want from me? Don’t you see that you’re putting my life in danger?” I ask, starting to get irritated.
“ That’s why I’m giving you a choice: make love to me or face the consequences!” I look at the girl in front of me and swallow hard to control my anger.
Before I could say anything else, Camilla lunges at me, her hands gripping my collar tightly. It’s impossible not to feel desire for this little devil, with her sweet-smelling presence and enticing lips.
I circle my hand around her waist and press her against the door, letting our kiss grow even more desperate. It’s not something I’m unfamiliar with; of course, I had my experiences during my teenage years, but unlike Josh, I never fell for any girl.
“Be quiet…” I whispered and locked the door behind us.
I slide my hand down her leg and pull it to my waist, keeping our kiss, and when I pull away, I see that we’re in what must be a small spa, with a massage table near the wall.
“ What are you doing to me, girl?” I begin to kiss her neck.
“Apparently, something you also want…”
How could I not desire this little temptation? She’s beautiful, delicious, and incredibly seductive.
“ It’s so wrong, Camilla, I could never be the man you deserve at your feet!” I say, kissing the curve of her breasts.
“ I’m not asking you to marry me. I just want you to introduce me to pleasure. If I have to give up my virtue, let it be to a man of God, not to a monster.” I hear the weight of her words and a hint of desperation.
I lift my gaze and step back from her for a moment.
“ Have you changed your mind?” I see in her eyes that she thinks I will reject her.
I pull up the strap of her dress, and with determination, I know it’s wrong in many ways, but I know that if I don’t do this, I’ll suffer even more. And my fear is that Camilla might do something that could hurt her, at least I can be gentle with her.
“ No, but I need to have a conversation that I’m expected at, and…” I move closer and kiss the tip of her nose, then her lips. “You deserve to have a first time in a bed and then be treated the way you deserve!”
I say, keeping my eyes fixed on hers. I notice how emotional she becomes and feel my pulse quickening with fear about what I’m going to do with this girl, as well as the terror of breaking my vows.
“ I have to go, but later I’ll meet you where you told me. It can’t be in half an hour; I have no idea how long Mrs. Carter will keep me!” I speak to her with maturity. “Understand, I’m putting my neck on the line, so I need you to see my side and wait for the right moment.”
I say, giving no room for argument, say goodbye to her, and let her leave. I need to meet with the women who asked to speak with me. Once I’ve recovered from the arousal caused by my little devil, I head to the room where the women are waiting. To my surprise, Carolina Alcântara is wearing a hijab on her head and has a gentle smile on her lips.
“ How are you, Benjamin Scott? It’s a surprise to see you as a bishop and not the leader of the Canadian mafia.” I let out a long sigh.