The 'Lolu Experience

'What are you doing here?', was all I could say when I saw 'Lolu at the doorway of my hotel room. I was surprised to see him. We had not spoken in almost two weeks and I had not informed him of the show I was hosting that evening. Running through my mind was how he knew where I was and how the hotel staff let him in, without even informing me. I suddenly realized I was in my bath robe which cut low to my belly button. I let go of the door and held on to my robe.
'Is that how you say hi to your boyfriend whom you have not spoken to in two weeks?'. He paved his way inside and sat on my bed. His right elbow had been on the doorpost with his head down which for a moment had me thinking he was not okay, until he raised his head and came into the room.
'Well technically, you are not my boyfriend', I said as I turned to him. Realizing I was almost naked with the door open, I quickly shut the door behind me. The tiles felt very cold. I did not know if it was the air cooling system or the chilly weather or the fact that I had just had a shower.
'What are you doing here Akinlolu?', I asked as I rest my back on the door with my left leg against it.  He beamed into a bright smile. I knew what was going on in his mind.
'You called Akinlolu. Babe, that's my full name o!', he said still smiling. He sat up on the bed. I was not in any way ready for this conversation. I just had to wave it off.
'That's not the point. Why are you here?'. I was getting tired already and my feet felt really heavy. The even lasted for over two hours and I was practically on the feet, in my six inches court heels, all through the event. I really need to rest. I just had to get this guy out of my room by all means.
'What am I doing here?', he stood up and faced me, 'What am I doing here, really? You did not call or text me for almost two weeks and I am here trying to squash whatever kind of beef we had and you're asking me what I'm doing here?', he was beginning to raise his voice.
'You got angry. I sent you messages but you did not even read them. What did you expect me?' I hate when 'Lolu plays the blame game. Whenever he is angry, it is my fault. If he is giving me attitude, I am to be blamed for it.
'You were making me angry. I was not even angry'. He said more calmly.  'You could have at least called afterwards, I have been worried ever since.'
'And what happened to you calling me! Because the last time I checked, you are the one always sparking and going off every time we have a conversation.' He laughed, hysterically. He began to move around the room: he was going to spend the the night. I couldn't let him.
'What's funny please?', I asked after a few seconds, or minutes, of him laughing. He did not reply, but continued laughing. 'Lolu why are you laughing?', I asked again firmly.
'All these questions you are asking me ehn, you could not even welcome me with a hug. Just be standing there and asking me what I'm doing here. I'm here to rape you, that's it.' He said searching through his bag. I laughed at the word 'rape'. It was such an hilarious term to use, coming from him.
Akinlolu Bamidele has been my friend since my second year in University. We becamrpe really close in our third year and people speculated that we were dating, or would soon be. Nothing however happened between us until after graduation from the University. It has been three years of off and on the relationship. We have been off, as usual, for about two weeks now. Which pretty much explains why I was surprised to see me in my hotel room.
'How did you know I was here?', I asked.
'You told me about a month ago'
'How did you get inside?'
'Through the door of course', he replied sarcastically.
'Don't be ridiculous 'Lolu. The receptionist did not call me that you were coming or something'.
'Why are you suddenly calling July name in between your words? Missed me much?', he asked with a poker face.
'Stop this nonsense and answer my question'
'Jesus...can you just stop stressing me already babe?'
'Just answer my question'
'Fine. I knew your room number so I just came in like every other person. The receptionist was not even there'. He said more quietly.
'Seriously?' I asked inquisitively
'Seriously'. He said and started unbuttoning his shirt. Seeing this, I widened my eyes and rushed at him.
'No no no 'Lolu, you can't spend the night here.' He was very shocked to say the least.
'What happened? Don't tell me you are expecting another man? Please, I hope its just not another man.' I shook my head with my hands on his biceps. I smelt his cologne, I was mesmerized. I couldn't let him win this time around.
'No. I'm not expecting anybody 'Lolu but you can't spend the night here'.
'Why can't I please? Why? You're the only one here for crying out loud!', he said more softly.
'Yes, right. But...but..but you...'
'But what 'Tinuke, what is it?', he cupped my face with his pals which felt so cold. I closed my eyes and inhaled the cologne on his wrist deeply. My senses conflicted.
'No..no...no you..can't...I wasn't expecting you to..' He shut me right up, before I could finish my epsentence. A million butterflies burst in my stomach and I could hear myself groaning. I felt his heat on my body and somehow someway, he was wining. I could not let him win me again, not like this. I suddenly opened my eyes and pulled away.
'Stop please. Stop this', I said fastening my bath robe to myself.
'What? What is it?', he asked huskily.
'Stop. I can't let you do this. Please get out', I didn't realize the last line until about ten seconds after I had opened the door. Doubt rose in my heart and it grew fast to show on my face. Did I really wasn't him to leave? The butterflies in my stomach seemed to be nibbling at my stomach wall, as a punishment for pulling away and asking him to leave. Or so I thought. My facial expression changed and he was quick to use it against me.
'Why are you asking me to get out? What's the problem?', he asked, looking rather perplexed.
'Don't ask me any question, 'Lolu. Just get out. The door is open, don't attract any attention from anybody', I said looking straight into his eyes.
'You are asking me to to get out Tinu, while looking into my eyes which you never really do. What has come over you?', he asked sounding worried.
'Sense 'Lolu! Sense is what came upon me. I can't have you disrespecting me every time. You can't keep trampling on my feelings and act like nothing is happening', I blurted out, feeling my eyes sting. I had to fight back the tears that were building up, I did not want to look weak. He had taken me for granted for too long and I had to plead my case.
'What are you talking about babe? I don't understand you', he said moving towards me.
'Don't come close to me 'Lolu, just hpget out. I mean it. Get out', I said softly but sternly.
'Atinuke, we can talk about this pri...' He was going to grab my arm, I ducked,
'Don't touch me Akinlolu. Get out', I said firmly, almost raising my voice.
'Tinuke, what's the meaning of this? Why the hell are you ordering me out?', he asked again.
'I told you to get out. Do I look like I'm joking to you? Get out!', I raised my voice this time around.
'Fine! You don't have to shout. I'll go. But you will regret this', he said picking up his shirt and phone which were on the bed. I said nothing as I watched him walk out of the hotel room.