Wrong Injection

CHAPTER 15

As I slowly sat up in bed, the sweet melodies of the birds outside filled the air, and memories of the previous night flooded my mind. A million smiles spread across my face as I recalled the way Sultan made me feel. Despite my willingness to give up my virginity, he had refused to take it, instead choosing to pleasure me in other ways. The experience had been incredible, and I couldn't help but feel grateful to him.

I rolled over to gaze at his morning face, and my heart sank. Sultan was nowhere to be found. I quickly scanned the room, my eyes darting wildly as I searched for any sign of him. I rushed to the bathroom, then the kitchen, but he was gone.

I was consumed by shock and confusion, my mind racing with questions about why Sultan had left without a word. I couldn't understand the need for such a sudden and secretive departure. I thought about our encounter the previous night, and how it felt like a connection had been made between us. But now, it seemed like it had all been a illusion.

I remembered that I hadn't checked the balcony, so I rushed out to see if he was there, but he was nowhere to be found. I felt a lump form in my throat as I walked back into my room, feeling lost and speechless.

"Really?" I whispered, breaking down on my knees as tears streamed down my face. I was trying to make sense of what had happened, but it seemed like I had been blind-sided.

Later that day, I found myself standing outside Sultan's office, my heart pounding in my chest. I hadn't planned on confronting him, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of hurt and confusion. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, determined to get some answers.

A lady looked up from her desk, and I greeted her, trying to sound friendly and non-threatening. "Hi," I said, trying to hide my nervousness. And the lady returned the greeting, I took a moment to look around the office, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sultan. But the lady's voice brought me back to attention.

"Hello, Miss. How may I help you?" she asked, her tone polite but professional. But I hesitated, unsure of how to explain my presence.

"I, uh..." I trailed off, feeling a bit flustered. The lady's eyes sparkled with insight.

"You must be one of the students from New York University," she said, and I nodded, feeling a bit relieved.

"That's correct," I replied, offering a small, nervous smile.

"If I'm correct, you guys would be leaving for the States today," she said, and I nodded again, trying to compose myself.

"First of all, I apologize for barging in here like this," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed and she waved her hand dismissively.

"It's okay," she said and I cleared my throat, trying to gather my courage.

"Um, ma'am, I... uh, well, I'm here to see Sultan King West. Can I please have his room number?" I asked, feeling a bit shy and unsure of myself.

The lady's expression changed, and she looked at me like I had grown two heads. I felt my face heat up with embarrassment, and I looked away, feeling uncomfortable.

"His room has no room number," she said finally, her voice firm but polite. "He stays in his private room whenever he comes to Ghana, but for security reasons, I cannot disclose to you where it is." I gulped down a knot in my throat, feeling a bit disappointed and frustrated.

"Really?" I asked, pleading with my eyes, hoping she would reconsider. She nodded sympathetically, but her expression remained firm. "I promise I wouldn't take much time, please, and I wouldn't be here ever again," I said, trying to convey my desperation.

"Actually, Mr. West isn't in Ghana at the moment. He left for the States very early this morning," she dropped a bombshell. I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Sultan had left without saying goodbye?