I dated a married pastor for 3 years unknowingly while working as an escort girl.
At the height of my career as an escort, I was damn tired of this whole thing.
Yes, I had made the money, enjoyed life, met rich and powerful and also been to the most posh of places. It had been so many years out of Uganda and the country no longer felt like home. Yes, I had visited Uganda on several occasions to see my partners, but life has its twists and turns. So I wanted a way out. Starting new businesses was not working because I never had the time to manage them.
So one day, while seated in a hotel lobby at SAXON Hotel in Johannesburg scrolling through my iPhone X+ and admiring the beautiful lives of people who had legit careers, I had someone call me out. “Hi miss”
This sounded unusual. Men rarely call us out with that much respect. And just in the moment, he stretched out his hand to greet me. Therein stood the most charming man I had seen in a long while. He smelt nice, wore a rolex watch with an awesome fitting suit. He had no tie on which made me think he was having a night in the hotel. The man commanded dignity and to this, i stood in respect, stretched my hand and said, “hello sir”
Could this be the manager of the hotel, a spy with top tier security organs or some african prince on holiday in South Africa. I wondered to myself. “Hi ady, mind joining me for coffee over the next table?”
The mention of coffee and not whisky or liquor turned me on. This must be an upbeat gentleman. My heart raced through as i said a big YES.
He called himself JO. JO was a smart man with a gentle demenour. His well built body with huge muscles, his smooth voice with a long neck and his well cut hair with curls in it were a complete creation. There in front me was seated the most handsome man I had seen in a while.
His good manners and respect for women was evident. He poured coffee for me, held my napkin to allow me clean the spoils and oh he would kil me with his smile. This here was goals!
We talked about life, about work and about our travels. He teased me, cracked jokes and whispered how beautiful i was. Oh i felt loved.
I did not know that this would turn out to be the biggest temptation of my life. This here would turn me into the biggest side dish scandal ever.
Since the moment I met him, I had fallen in love. I had told him about my past and he had told me he was married but in our moment nuptials didn’t matter. Nothing did. Except the immediate sense of knowing that a seedling of great love had been planted.
I chose to give in — to his devilish smile, attentive gaze, graying temples and effortless charisma, beneath which I sensed precious hints of vulnerability.
I am not exactly a stupid person, so I didn’t get involved with a married guy expecting him to leave his wife, in spite of our passion. What I did was soak in every bit of the man I knew I could love from minute one. I took whatever I could get, however pathetic you might consider me for it. I never said no to impromptu encounters beginning with a brief text around 10pm. I never cared that we rarely went out in public. I never denied him sex.
Until one day he revealed the truth that hurt me deeper than before. His pastoral life, his marriage and children and his congregation all left me in tears. I had been entangled with a man of God.
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