Wrong Injection

CHAPTER 13

After a fun-filled day of exploring Accra with Max, I decided to head to the hotel's club to unwind and experience the Ghanaian nightlife. I sat alone at the bar, enjoying the lively atmosphere and watching the crowd dance to the Afro music.

The bar attendant handed me my drink, and I thanked him. As I brought the glass to my lips, the strong scent of the liquor hit me, and I almost gagged. I double-checked with the bar attendant to confirm if it was indeed the drink I had ordered.

I was taken aback because I had the same liquor every time I went clubbing with Max, but this time it felt different. I wondered if it was just my imagination or if the drink was actually stronger than usual.

I handed the drink back to the bar attendant, deciding it was better to just enjoy the music instead. As I sat there, nodding my head to the Afro beats, a guy approached me.

"Hi," he said.

And I replied with a casual "Hey."

He then dropped a bombshell "Someone in the VIP room is asking to see you." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Who could be asking for me? I was new in the country and didn't know anyone.

I felt a bit uneasy, but my curiosity got the better of me. "Sure, um, tell the person I'll be there shortly," I said, trying to sound calm.

The guy nodded and walked away, leaving me to make my way to the VIP floor. As I climbed the stairs, my mind was racing with possibilities. Who could it be? A friend of Max's? Someone from the university?

I reached the VIP floor and froze, my eyes locking onto the person standing in front of me. I went numb and dumb, my mind struggling to process what I was seeing. It couldn't be. It was hard to believe.

"Sultan?" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.I stared blankly at Sultan King West, my mind struggling to process the fact that he was standing right in front of me.

As I took steps back, he matched each one with a step forward, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt frustrated and trapped, my legs weakening beneath me. I wanted to run away, but my body seemed rooted to the spot.

Finally, I stopped moving, and he asked, "What is your name?"

"I uh... Milani, I'm Milani." I stuttered. My voice was shaky, and I swallowed hard, trying to calm my nerves.

"I thought you were gone." His eyes seemed to bore into my soul and I shook my head, feeling foolish.

"No, uh... our stay in Ghana isn't over yet." I licked my dry lips, avoiding eye contact with him and regretting my decision to come to the club.

"What do you mean your stay in Ghana isn't over yet? Make me understand."

"I... I uh... Ghana, sorry, I meant I don't live in Ghana, I live in America." I fumbled my my words.

"Oh, alright, which part of America?"

"New York." I hesitated before answering, still avoided eye contact with him, feeling like I was under a microscope.

Sultan raised an eyebrow as he asked, "Hold on, are you one of the students of New York University?" I nodded, feeling my face heat up with embarrassment.

"Awesome," he said before he set his drink down on the counter, his eyes never leaving mine. His intense stare was making me feel like I was burning from the inside out, and I couldn't take it anymore.

"So that makes you an American," he whispered, his face inches away from mine, making me feel suffocated. I swallowed hard, still avoiding eye contact.

"Correct," I replied, my voice barely audible.

"I wanna have you tonight." His whisper immediately sent shivers down my spine, and I gasped slightly, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with fear.