It all started innocently enough. He was just the nice guy who gave me a lift to work everyday.
A couple of months into my new job at Victoria Island, I realized we both lived and had jobs in the same area. I was taking my usual early morning stroll in my estate, heading to the bus stop somewhere in Berger, when his car stopped beside me and he offered me a lift. I recognised him immediately but he did not know who I was until a few minutes into our car journey to the Island that day.
This began the routine of him picking me up at the estate every morning and taking me to work. He sometimes picks me up from work too, if time permitted.
Soon these car rides were an opportunity to get to know each other. He told me all about his life, his job and his marriage. He explained some of the marital issues he was facing and I listened. I began having feelings for him. I fantasized about going to bed with him but I believed that this was something that was never going to happen, until one day..
He dropped me off at the office as usual, but as I was stepping out of the car, he held my hand and told me he was falling in love with me. I was surprised and just hurried out of the car in shock. I spent the whole day going back and forth on how wrong this was. I am not a terrible person. I battled with my conscience on this and concluded that I would never get in bed with him.
The next day, while dropping me off, he kissed me. A kiss which I returned. This soon became our routine.
On Valentines day, a couple of months into our car rides and kissing routine, he invited me to meet him up one Sunday evening. I did. We took a drive for about an hour until he got to a hotel. No words were said while he paid the room fee and led me to a room. We made love, it was the best sex I have ever had. Thus began our affair.
Fast forward two years, I am now married with a beautiful baby girl. My affair with the pastor has long ended, but it is an experience I will never forget.