Desperate for Love

I was popularly known as a playboy and a w0man¡zer before she came into my life.

She wasn't my kind of woman, nor was she a stone-hearted woman.

She kept apologizing for my sh0rtcomings, even when I hurt her.

She was no saint.

Neither was she a devil.

I often wonder what kind of woman she was.

But all I knew was that she was a desperate lover.

Monalisa.

An obsessed little white lamb falls in love with a manipulative womanizer like me.

I held my hands against the iron gate guarding the entrance to the estate.

Pulling it over as I walked towards my apartment.

Where I lived.

Unfasten the keys as I unlock the door.

Living as a bachelor in Paradise Estate was one of the biggest flexes.

Unlike most single bachelors who lived on the mainland or island,

This part of the estate was specifically reserved for the wealthy and influential.

I had just gotten back from work, exhausted and frustrated.

I slumped on the semi-smaller chair in the middle of my living room.

I pulled my laptop over, which was almost down.

I continued working on the email I was supposed to send to a client for a business contract.

Monday was one of the most stressful days of my life, unlike the weekend.

I had to visit the office and attend to clients, and angry customers would come in with one c0mplaint or another.

I had not even had a wink of rest since the week began.

I frantically loosen the tie on my neck that was almost ruining my life.

There is no doubt that my job was a well-paid one, but I wanted something different.

A free life.

My phone buzzed in a distracting and resounding manner.

I hissed, picking up my phone and also checking the caller; I would have called in such an evening.

The number was an unknown number, and a fr0wn appeared on my face.

I glared back at the phone that kept ringing.

I tap on the green button of the phone icon.

"Hello, who is on the line?" I asked, loosing up the tie from my neck.

"Good day, sir, how is your day going?" A female voice rang from the other end of the phone.

I fr0wn a bit; I don't remember giving out my number to any lady this week because I haven't gone out.

"Who are you, and how did you get my number?" I questioned.

"Are you Mr. Martin?" An unfamiliar female voice

"And how may I help you?" I answered

"Sorry for disturbing you, sir. I am Monalisa from your bank. I called to inform you to update your bank verification number and your national identity number, sir," she said in a professional tone.

"But the bank staff never calls their customers; how come they decided to call today?" I asked with a scoff.

"Sir, we realized that you wanted to make a bank transaction, which was declined due to unverified bank details, so we decided to put a call through to inform you, sir." She spoke in a soft but still professional tone.

"How am I sure that this is not another scam?" I questioned.

She let out a soft laugh before replying.

"I perfectly understand your fears, sir, but not to worry; you may decide to visit the bank instead, sir."

Her voice was smooth in the ears, and that really indulged me.

I really wanted to behold the beauty behind this voice.

She spoke like an angel, and I wanted to see her.

"Sir, are you still there?" She asked since I wasn't responding anymore.

I blinked my eyes. Finally, a smile resounded on my lips. "Yes, can I know your name, please?" I requested.

"I am Monalisa, sir," she answered in a cheerful tone.

"You have such a beautiful name; I believe you would look so beautiful," I complimented in a genuine flirting tone.

"Thank you, sir," she politely replied.

"Can I ask for a request?" I asked

"Yes, sir" she replied.

"Can you please attend to me when I come over to the bank?" I requested it deeply, praying that she would hold to my request.

She kept silent for a second before she replied, "Okay, sir.".

"Okay, then I would see you by tomorrow. Have a nice day, Mona Lisa," I replied as she disconnected the call.

I held my phone for what seemed like an hour before putting it down.

Her soft voice kept resonating in my head.

I kept imagining her under my bed, naked, moaning out my name with my soft voice.

I haven't seen her; but I had imagined her in my head.

I was almost running insane by her soft voice.

I quickly shut down the laptop I was working on, hurrying back to my bedroom to freshen up.

Throughout the shower, I kept on muttering her name.

I was almost tempted to talk to her, but I realized that the line she used to call me was the bank customer service number, and I could endanger her job.

The next day, I was immediately done working; since it was Tuesday, I didn't stay long at work.

I quickly refreshed, wore the best of my clothes, and headed towards the bank.

I wasn't going to the bank because I needed money. I could have updated my bank details online, but I wanted to meet Monalisa.

"Timo this one, you are looking all good; which girl is now your target?" My neighbor Levis asked with an £vil grim on his face.

He was also a bachelor like I was and also a w0manizer and playboy, but unlike me, he was a sugar mommy dealer.

I didn't have much of his time; although we were both w0menizers, I never had delight in discussing my business with him.

Since I view him as a cursed child sleeping and satisfying the sexual urges of women older than his parents,

"All this seriousness because of a lady?" He questioned me, but I had no room for any conversation with him.

After a few minutes of riding on the road, I finally arrived at the bank.

The bank was almost closed by then, but I was able to bribe the security personnel to let me in.

Immediately I was allowed in, although I wasn't familiar with the bank staff. I asked a security guard, who had directed me to the customer service department.

"Mr. Martin Timothy"