I have to break it off today. This madness has got to stop! I told my reflection in the mirror.

I reapplied my lipgloss because I could feel my lips going dry again.

I gave my dress one last perusal, assuring myself it's not feminine or sexy enough to cause any trouble. Aside from the lipgloss on my lips, my face is void of makeup. Just like I want it. Bare face and wearing a burlap for a dress.

This will definitely go well. It has to. I assured myself as I stepped outside my house to wait for my ride.

I and Folu started this clandestine meeting last month, and it currently has my world on a merry go round. How stupid I must have seen, flirting unabashedly with a 22 years old boy.

Thinking about it now has me cringing inside. Jeez Lola, you sure don't know how to act your age.

"I didn't know he was that young, he doesn't look that young!" I tried defending myself against my inner voice.

"Oh? You didn't know? And when you knew, what did you do, Lola, what did you do?" My inner voice jeered on

"No, no, no, I will tell you what you did. You went straight to meet him at HIS HOUSE! While putting your shape that you know drives him wild into display. Did you try to fight him off when he grabbed your ass? No. You moved onto him and went ahead to kiss him senseless. Talking about you didn't know yen yen."

"Just shut up!" I admonished myself. I believe my inner voice would have rolled her eyes if she were a separate part of me.

But in all honesty, I really didn't know he was that young—

"And never forget that's not the worst part of the situation right now." My inner voice put in quickly.

"Are you for me or against me?"

"Just saying it as it is."

I heaved a deep sigh. I'm ending it today, whatever it takes. "And don't you fucking say it," I leered in my head.

I waved at a car horn and moved towards it. I entered the car. I confirmed my destination with the driver, leaned back on the passenger seat and closed my eyes. I tried to mute all thoughts from my head, but that didn't work.

I met Folu on one of my irregular morning walks. He was at the other side of the road taking a minute rest. I think what drew my gaze to him was how his gray shirt move freely on his body. He had a great body, and he could have chosen to flaunt that by wearing something tight to show off but he wore a free shirt. It gave me the thought of a very confident man.

He is a beautiful sight to behold, a breath of freshness (is it freshness or fresh air? I don't know, I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about). I remember thinking to myself "Lola, you are coming out for this walk again tomorrow if this is what you get to see."

He must have felt me gawking at him because he raised up his head and looked towards me. I could have sworn that his eyes squinted. He smiled tentatively at me and waved, when I smiled and waved back, he crossed over. And then it started.

"I can tell that you don't do this often," He said teasingly, still smiling at me.

It never occurred to me to deny or be on the offensive, I just smiled back at him and played along. "What gave me away?" I asked him, feigning disappointment in myself.

"You waved back at me, and you've been smiling at every runner that passed by."

"I'm not meant to wave back?" I asked, sincerely surprised. "And I smile at people because, well, I feel it's a normal thing to do."

"No, not that you are not meant to waved back, but you did it with a smile without looking suspicious. Every runner on this road has a suspicious look on their face, but not you." He flashed his good set of teeth at me in a grin.

What is a good set of teeth Lola, control yourself. I berated myself.

"So why are you doing this?" He asked, looking sideways at me as we continued to walk.

"Someone told me walking helps reduce the ass." Yes, just give him a reason to stare at your ass. You are shameless, and nobody said that shit!

He stopped to glance at the said ass.

"It's the right portion kind of ass, why would you want to reduce that?"

"Did you just gage my ass?" Oh please go ahead, continue to call his attention to it.

"Yes. It's a nice ass. It compliment your small shape really well"

I stopped walking, "are you saying there's a part of me that is small?" I asked him mischievously.

"Every part of you is small, the right size." He said looking at my chest

"You are looking at my breasts."

"I am looking at the clothing covering your breasts," He said with a lilt to his voice.

We stood there, staring at each other. Mischief in my eyes, and something quite unreadable in his. I believed we would have done something stupid right there and then on the road at 6:30 in the morning, but my phone came to the rescue.

It was like coming back to my senses. I retrieved the phone from my waist purse. It was my mother, I'm sure she's calling to remind me not to be late. I picked the call, and without looking at my flirting partner, I waved him bye and turned towards home.

Only for me to see him later that evening in my parents house, at my mother's 60th birthday party.

"Am I entering the compound or stopping at the gate?" My driver's voice brought me back to the present.

"Just stop right here, no need to enter the compound." I made my payment and came down from the car. I entered the compound, and went straight to the receptionist to book a room.

I intentionally chose to be the one to pick a place this time around, if I had left it to him he would have booked a short let. Again. Making it all seem like we are two lovers meeting up for a relaxing weekend, and not two stupid adults (one stupid adult actually) meeting up in secret to indulge in stupid fantasy.

I sat down on the chair beside the bed and texted him.

Lola: I am here. Room 056

His reply came a minute later.

Folu: Yea, I'm here too babe. Trying to park. Give me 5 minutes.

Babe.

I told him to stop calling me that. Every pet's words seem to come to him easily. I guess it goes with the age.

Babe. Baby.

I hate it especially when he calls me baby with that titillating voice, looking at me with his soulful eyes.

I heard a soft knock on the door.

"The door is not locked," I called out.

I remained in my seat as he stepped inside and I suddenly found myself regretting the decision of booking a small hotel room. It is so ridiculous how he could fill up a room with his presence, he was just there and the room immediately felt too small, too warm, too much.

How can such a young man have such power over me, he only had to look at me and I forget every reasonable reason not to jump him.

"Babe, I —"

"I told you to stop calling me that," I cut him off, looking at him disapprovingly.

"Sit down Folu. I asked you here because we need to talk," I said, gesturing to the side of the bed on my far right.

He stayed where he was for ten seconds or so, looking at me. I thought he would remain standing but he moved forward and sat down on the side of the bed closer to where I am seated.

Why is he sitting close to me for crying out loud!

I can already feel my skin tingling from the warmth emanating from his body. Our legs are almost touching! I moved my legs a little farther and reclined back into the seat, which I guess was a bad idea because the movement extended out my chest which in turn made him look at my breasts. He continued to look at my breasts area (which is very clothed!) like he could actually see them.

And then he slowly (or maybe I'm the one that saw it in slow motion) bit the side of his lips. A gesture that seemed innocent enough until he moved his gaze up and I saw the look in his eyes. He held my gaze until it became a struggle of who would look away first. I refused to back down because I know what he is trying to do. But I suddenly felt myself leaning towards him, being pulled by the hungry look in his eyes. He moved his left leg close to me and I could feel the fabric of his pants on my bare legs. Our eyes continued its cryptic message while I was still trying to close the gap between us.

"You said we need to talk," he said and moved away his leg abruptly.

What just happened? What the hell just happened!? I shouted in my head. It was almost like a bucket of cold water was poured on me. I blinked rapidly.

"Lola, you said we need to talk," he repeated calmly.

The bastard! The bloody bastard! What is this boy doing to me?

"Um…I…" I cleared my throat and tried again. "I…you…" I clamped my mouth shut. I am miserably making a fool out of myself and he just continued to sit down there looking at me cooly.

"That was unfair," I pointed at him accusingly.

I suddenly stood up, unable to withstand the nearness any longer. Turning my back to him, I said, "We can't do this anymore. This is the last time we will be meeting like this"

I turned to face him wriggling my fingers together like a nervous schoolgirl, I waited for him to say something but he just kept sitting there staring at me. I started pacing the small room and rambling about why we needed to stop.

He stood up and moved towards me, slowly backing me into the wall. I looked up at him wildly knowing that I'm about to lose this fight but still determine to do something.

"Folu, pl—"

Before I could finish the sentence he shut me up with a kiss…

To be continued ...