FORGOTTEN FLING

It had been a long and tiring day, much like any other Friday. I had a multitude of clients to

attend to and was relieved when the last one finally left. My stomach was growling, and I had

been checking my gold watch every few minutes, eagerly awaiting the closing time. When it

finally arrived, I quickly turned off my office's air conditioning and quickly made my exit.

As I passed through the secretariat, I noticed the secretary diligently typing away. She might

have been so engrossed in her work that she lost track of time. When she saw me passing, she

inquired about my departure.

"Sir, are you leaving already?" she asked.

"As you can see," I replied.

"Won't you wait for me?" she asked, her smile betraying her curiosity.

"I'm afraid not," I said, "I have somewhere else to be."

She seemed disappointed, but I reassured her with one of my favorite sayings. I then hastened

downstairs to my parked car, greeting the security man, Mr. Frederick, along the way.

"Fine boy, are you going home already?" he inquired.

"Yes, Mr. Frederick. It's past closing time," I replied. "Is there anything you need me to do for

you?"

"No, thank you," he said with a smile. "Just checking."

I bid him a good day and asked him to pass on my greetings to his wife. He obliged, but I

couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious about the "Fine boy" moniker he had bestowed upon

me.

"Look here, Mr. Frederick," I said, stopping to speak with him again. "I think it's time you and the

others stop calling me Fine Boy. My name is John, and I'd appreciate it if you could address me

accordingly."

He chuckled and wished me a blessed day before returning to his post.

As the CEO of the company, I had earned a reputation as the "rainmaker" among my staff, as

they believed that my presence guaranteed financial success.

Mr. Fedrick, the security guard, was particularly fond of me and would often speak highly of me

at the office and even at a local off-license bar he frequented after work.

One evening, I happened to pass by the off-license while Mr. Fedrick was there, and he invited

me to join him for a drink. I agreed, and he continued to sing my praises to everyone around us,

including the bar owner and other customers.

I smiled and bought a round of drinks for the group, but little did I know that Mr. Fedrick's

excessive flattery had attracted the wrong kind of attention.

It turned out that the married owner of the bar was smitten with me, and Mr. Fedrick's hyping

had only fueled her infatuation. I soon found myself in a potentially dangerous situation, and it

was only by the grace of God that I was able to avoid any trouble.

From that day on, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Mr. Fedrick's hyping was not only

excessive but also potentially harmful.

I appreciated his admiration and loyalty, but I couldn't allow him to continue making me the

center of attention in such a way.

As I entered my vehicle and started driving, I couldn't help but smile as I recalled my amusing

conversation with the security guard, despite feeling exhausted.

He was an elderly man with a great sense of humor, who I had come to regard as a father

figure. Although he was my subordinate, I always made sure to show him the respect he

deserved. Life had not been kind to him, so it was my duty to lift his spirits whenever I could.

As I left the main road and entered my street, my phone rang. I checked the caller ID and saw

that it was my friend, James. "Hello, Bro," I answered.

"Hello, have you finished work?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm driving home right now," I replied.

"Great! I just wanted to remind you that my flight is on Sunday," he said.

"Oh, I almost forgot. So, that means we'll hang out before Sunday, right?" I asked.

"Yes, Bro. I was wondering if you could come this evening. I want us to spend some time

together before I leave on Sunday," he replied.

"Spend time with who? Are you my girlfriend?" I joked.

"You're my friend, the strongest of all my male friends," he laughed.

I see. Well, I'm afraid I can't make it this evening. I've had a long day. But I'll come tomorrow,

very early in the morning," I said.

"No problem, Bro. I'm leaving for Douala tonight and will be staying at a hotel near the airport.

Once you arrive in town, let me know. In fact, we'll be in touch as you make your way there," he

replied.

"Okay, Bro. I'll let you know. Thanks," I said.

"Thank you," he replied before hanging up.

My friend, James, has recently obtained a visa to travel abroad, which is why he invited me to

accompany him to the airport.

We have been friends for a significant amount of time, having known each other since

childhood.

As a result, I will miss him dearly upon his departure, although I suppose my feelings would be

less intense had I been married.

In my mid-thirties, I was financially secure and content with my life. I had no desire for a

committed relationship or marriage. I went about my daily routine, enjoying my independence.

On a typical morning, I would head to the fridge for a quick meal before freshening up and

retiring for the night.

The following day, I decided to take a trip to Douala, and I kept in touch with my friend James

throughout the journey. As I arrived in Douala, James promptly picked me up and we chatted on

route to his hotel.

"Man, you're fast," James said with a smile.

"Yeah, I left early to avoid traffic," I replied. "If I had driven myself, I would have arrived even

sooner."

"Why didn't you bring your own car?"

"To be honest, I'm not comfortable driving on highways yet," I admitted. "I can handle driving

within the town, but intercity driving is a bit too daunting for me."

James chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Your elder brother always said that facing your

fears is the key to confidence."

I nodded in agreement. "That's true."

As we drew near, we realized that the traffic was too congested, so we took a detour onto a side

road, which significantly reduced our travel time.

We eventually arrived at the hotel, where our host had rented a spacious suite to ensure our

comfort. He showed me my own room and I quickly unpacked my belongings

After freshening up, I returned to the lounge and enjoyed a delicious meal provided by the hotel.

Later, we went downstairs and got into his car to explore the town and pick up some supplies. It

was nighttime by then, and the area around the hotel was filled with prostitutes.

Our host suggested that we spend the night with one of them, but I declined, stating that I don't

engage in that kind of activity, especially not the ones on the streets. He seemed to find this

amusing, but I didn't find it funny at all.

He then suggested that I listen to music in the other room while he entertained himself with a

prostitute. I declined again, and he drove towards a group of women who were standing on the

side of the road. As we approached, he rolled down his window, and the women walked towards

us.

"Good evening customer." One big-breasted pro greeted as she approached us.

"Good evening. How much do you charge for the night?" He asked.

"It depends. Are you following me to my house, or we are going to your hotel?"

"My hotel, of course."

"Okay, is it for both of you, or is it for you alone?"

"Just me."

"Okay, it's twenty dollars." She spoke.

"Okay, that is no problem. Please, get into the car." He said.

We were now back in the hotel, and James and the girl were already into business. After about

two hours, he came to my room to check up on me and found me heavily drunk.

"John"

"Yes sah."

"So, you insist on staying like this? Don't you feel bored?"

"I don't. I have my wine."

"Alright, let us go share the girl. We can add her money." He proposed, laughing.

"God forbids!!" I replied, strongly. In spite of my drunken state, I still had the decency to say no.

"Alright, I know what to do. There is this girl whose number I took yesterday. I went to her place

to buy some snacks. She was giving me greenlight, so I took her number and promised to call

her later. I can call her if you want."

"That will be better."

"Should I?"

"Yes."

About an hour after arriving at the hotel, everything went as expected. The next morning, before

I could even fully wake up, she had already left.

Later that evening, James and I drove to the airport, where he boarded his flight and departed. I

then returned the car to the hotel, checked out, and drove to his sister's place to drop off the car.

After that, I took a bus home.

Upon arriving home, I realized that I had made a great mistake by not getting the girl's contact

information. I couldn't even recall her face or whether I had used a condom during our

encounter. It was all a blur. To make matters worse, James had discarded his SIM card before

boarding his flight, so I couldn't even ask him for the girl's number.

Feeling disappointed and frustrated, I decided to reach out to James to inquire if he still had the

girl's contact information. However, I didn't hold out much hope that he would still have it, given

that he had already left the country

I was unable to reach James for an extended period of time, but I understood that he had just

moved to a new country and was still in the process of setting up his communication. When he

finally got in touch with me, I was pleased and we exchanged friendly greetings.

However, the conversation quickly turned to the matter at hand: the girl's phone number. James

revealed that he had given his SIM card to his younger sister before leaving, and he was unable

to find the number in his phone's contacts.

I suggested that he check his phone's contacts and offered to connect him with his younger

sister, but he declined, finding the suggestion amusing. He promised to look through his

contacts and get back to me soon.

A few minutes later, he called back with good news: he had found the number. I was thrilled and

eagerly awaited the number, but James' response was unexpected.

He began to tease me, asking why I wanted the number so badly and implying that the lady had

given me a lesson that day. I was taken aback by his sudden change in tone, but I remained

polite and respectful. To my relief, he eventually sent me the number. I quickly dialed it and

waited anxiously for a response. The lady picked up the call immediately, and I was overjoyed to

have finally reached her.

"Hello, who is this ¹?"

"Oh, I am sorry to bother you." I apologized. "I am the guy you spent the night with last week at

Dreamland Guesthouse."

"Yes, I remember. So, what is the big deal? Are you in Douala again? Do you want more of my

services?" She asked in a serious tone.

" Not actually. Just that you left very unceremoniously. I just thought I should call and find out

how you were doing."

"Thank you very much. Please, I have to go now. I have an important client to attend to. I don't

mean to be disrespectful, but please, next time you call me, it should be for business. Do you

understand?"

"Really? But I thought you were..."

She cut the call. I was terribly vexed. Why would she cut the call like that? That was very rude of

her. In fact, she was very rude. What kind of girl was that? So, because she was a girl, she

wouldn't attend to calls that had nothing to do with her indecent line of business? Was she the

only one who was a prostitute? Prostitution has been going on since the beginning of time. In

fact, it is one of the oldest professions on this planet, second only to begging.

Why was I even wasting my energy with her? Dumb girl!! If only she knew that I wanted to

alleviate her from her poverty-stricken life. Good riddance to her. I would put my money to a

better use. As for her, she could go to hell. In fact, she could jump into the ocean. Why was I

even still keeping her number. Let me delete it from my call log immediately.

The next day, during working hours, the beautiful secretary came to my office to see me.

Good afternoon, sir, greeted Sandra.

"Good afternoon, Sandra. How are you?" I asked in return.

"I'm fine, sir, but I'm quite upset with you," Sandra replied.

"Oh? What seems to be the problem?" I inquired, lowering his head from his laptop and gazing

at Sandra.

"You made a commitment to call me after school, and I waited eagerly for your call until I fell

asleep," Sandra explained.

"Oh, dear! I'm terribly sorry, Sandra. Something unexpected came up, and I was also feeling

extremely exhausted yesterday," I apologized.

"Okay, how about today?" Sandra asked.

"Today is perfect for me, provided you are available," I replied.

"Of course, I'm free. Just give me a call when it's time," Sandra said.

As Sandra left my office, she walked with a sensual swagger, catching my attention.i couldn't

help but admire her behind before she look at me I quickly shift my gaze back to my computer.

After work, I passed by Sandra's office and reminded her that he would be waiting for her call.

"I'll be waiting for your call. I can't miss that outing today," Sandra replied.

"Of course, I'll call you. But I hope you know that after the outing, there's 'inning',"I joked.

"Which one is that again?" Sandra asked, surprised.

"You'll find out when you get there," I chuckled and headed downstairs.

Later that evening, around 7:00 PM, I called Sandra.

"Hi, sir," Sandra spoke excitedly.

"Sandra, are you ready to roll now?" I asked.

"Yes, sir, where should I meet you?" Sandra inquired.

"Do you know the Annunciation Complex around Malingo Junction?" I asked.

"Yes, I know it," Sandra replied.

Sandra, the attractive and stylish secretary, arrived at the Annunciation Complex that evening,

looking every bit the stunning figure she was.

Her seductive attire was a departure from her usual work-appropriate outfits, and it immediately

caught my attention. As I stood at the entrance of the complex, leaning against my car, she

pulled up in her taxi and alighted with an air of confidence.

I greeted her warmly and escorted her inside the complex.

As we walked, I inquired about her supper plans, and she replied that she had not eaten yet.

I suggested we head to the restaurant first to grab something to eat, and she expressed her

approval. I informed her that the Annunciation Complex was a multifaceted establishment,

boasting various sections, including a restaurant, clubbing area, rooms, bar, and even a barbing

salon. Sandra was impressed by the owner's investment and inquired about the identity of the

wealthy individual behind the complex.

We ventured to the restaurant area of the complex, and the waitstaff immediately acknowledged

my presence, recognizing me as a regular customer and favorite.

We were seated in a beautifully decorated dining area and a short while later, a plump waitress

approached our table. I had a history of flirting with her on previous visits, and I had also shown

my appreciation by leaving tips.

However, when she saw me arrive with a stunning woman like Sandra, she seemed less than

thrilled. Nevertheless, she remained professional and greeted us with a warm welcome.

I directed my response to Sandra, acting as if I had never met the waitress before.

"Please, what can I get for you two?" the waitress asked.

"Let's start with the lady's order first," I said, turning to Sandra.

"Okay, what would you like?"

"I'll have the fried rice and chicken," Sandra replied.

"Great, I'll bring it right away," the waitress said. After we finished our meal, we moved on to the

club area and danced the night away until around 2:00 AM.

I suggested we head home, as it wasn't the weekend and we had work the next morning.

Sandra was already somewhat intoxicated, so I had to help her stumble to my car.

To ensure I could drive safely, I restrained my alcohol intake. Once in the car, I asked her if she

wanted to go home or if she would like to come to my place.

My mother is sick, and I am the only one who can look after her. I would have loved to

accompany you home tonight, but am sorry I cannot due to her health.

Then I drove her home, stopped the car, looked into her eyes with emotion, and kissed her for a

moment. On my way home, I kept thinking of Sandra and the time we spent together that day.

Knowing how sweet she is made me very happy. I bid her bye bye as I drove back to my house.

One evening, as I was driving home, I came across a young woman and her toddler daughter

crying by the side of the road leading to my neighborhood. It was slightly raining and quite chilly,

and they were in a dark area. Initially, I was hesitant to stop and drove past them, but my

conscience bothered me and I felt compelled to help. So, I turned my car around and went back

to where they were. I rolled down my window and asked, "Excuse me, ma'am. What are you

doing all alone in the dark and cold here?" The woman replied, "Good evening, sir. We're lost."

What do you mean by you are lost?" I asked. "Where do you come from, and where are you

going to?"

We were supposed to meet someone, but she isn't taking his calls, and her number now, has

stopped going through. We have run out of money, and we don't know anyone in this town."