Becoming the priest's lover

Chapter two

It was 11:22 when Angela headed straight to her matte black Jeep Cherokee for her appointment with her jeweler.

The first thing she did was to bring out her red lipstick from her handbag to complete her final makeover to match with her long black gown that almost swept the ground.

The combination matched her blonde colour, which made her look like one of those stunning runway models at Milan fashion week.

Off she went with the sun hitting her side view as she drove past a couple of residential areas before venturing into the commercial side of the city that brought the liveliness.

The only thing on her mind was getting rid of her old set of jewellery- a wristwatch, bracelet, and a tiny neck chain of 32-karat gold. If she found some excellent piece, she was going to trade it off. If not, she would prefer selling them till she finds something worth spending that cash on.

But until then, everything depends upon her arrival.

The drive was a thirty-five-minute drive and the parking lot was behind the complex.

“Good morning Madam”, one of the female staff members greeted her with a warm smile.

“Good morning and how are you?”

“I am fine, thank you madam.”

She got seated and quietly surveyed the large office with an oval glass counter. The place was filled with other people looking around to see what best their money could get them.

A few minutes later another young lady informed her that her boss would see her now. Getting to the office, she met the boss, Mr Alcaraz. A man in his late fifties in a black turtleneck. She wasn’t a stranger to him nor his business, which got her an office invite.

Mr. Alcaraz has been running the jewelry business for the past fifteen years in Texas . A popular figure among the elites, celebrities, politicians, athletes etc. and among many others who could afford some of his high-end precious gems.

Mr Alcaraz greeted Mrs Cutler. They exchanged pleasantries before he offered her a seat. She got seated and wasted no time before apologizing for not making it for her two previous appointments.

Mr Alcaraz wasn’t disturbed about the previous appointments she had missed. She reached into her handbag and took out a brown paper envelope and placed it on the table across.

“Those gems haven't been with me for four years and I want to sell them. I still have a box full of real gold accessories. I can’t think of what to make of all of them, at least for now.”

He leaned forward to reach for the envelope on the table. After accessing and taking a good look at them, he proposed a lowball offer of $7,225 for the three items.

Angela wasn’t going to allow herself to get beat down by this man for such a low and horrible offer. She knows better.

She launched into laughter and instantly caught herself. She adjusted her body in her chair and made an initial offer of $19,143. Mr Alcaraz wasn't having it as he never expected to hear such a figure.

Both of them haggled over the price and final offer. It was eventually agreed for $13,237. The deal was made, and she got a wire transfer of $9,237 and $4,000 in cash at hand.

Something clicked on her brain when she got into the car to go back home. She remembered she needed to do grocery shopping. She couldn’t tell for sure if it was because she had just walked out of a successful business or if she truly needed to do the shopping.

Both scenarios looked the same to her. After all, she could use the shopping and kill time before heading back home since she had no online shopping to do for any of her wealthy clients.

It took her ten minutes to write her grocery list on her phone notepad. Right before she drove off, she adjusted her mirror to apply her lipstick again.

The drive to her usual grocery store was just about twenty minutes, but this time around she decided to check out another grocery for a different reason.

She turned on her car's radio as she drove out of the building complex. Some country music was on, but she wasn’t in the mood for such a rhythm before she switched to a much better station, playing with some R&B sounds.

A few minutes later while roaming around the street in her car, she found a supermarket.

The parking lot was much bigger than her usual grocery store and people were trooping in and out in numbers. After all, it’s a marketplace.

The big digital advertisement board just at the left corner of the store entrance had a message for its customers that its flash sale of twelve percent off starts in two weeks' time.

When she alighted from her car, she made it straight to the glass door and the security man pulled the door handle on her arrival with her black heels knocking on the floor, telling anyone close by that someone was approaching behind.

Getting into the store, she glanced around the store to see where the list on her notepad was placed, since it was a different store from her usual.

“Got it. "Finally found a starting point” she whispered to herself, but a little loud for anyone a few steps behind her to hear.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and there weren’t many people roaming around the store, unlike the evening time or the weekend. The shopping was fast-paced except for the last item on her list, which took her forever to locate, but with the help of a staff member.

She joined the queue waiting for her turn so she could make payment. Her phone buzzed, and she tried to reach for it with her right hand inside her handbag but failed on the first attempt.

This time she decided to drop the shopping cart on the floor and get her phone. While reaching for it, something hit her on her back. The impact wasn’t exactly heavy.

She abandoned the attention on her phone and turned back just to see a kid about five years old staring at her with a green Nassau lawn tennis ball in his hand coupled with a pitiful face that signaled he was sorry.

She looked at the kid with blonde hair, looked around in search of a woman or man whom the kid belonged to.

“I’m sorry” was the only and last word from this kid before a woman with a toddler on her right arm emerged from one corner.

“Sorry for what just happened. He is just a kid.”

“It’s okay. He has already apologized.”

Immediately, Angela looked deeply and recognized the face. A face she had always dreaded for many years.

Could it be who she thought it was? Maybe it's her eyes and senses playing games with

her. Her mood changed instantly while trying not to give it off.