who is Deji Haastrup?

''Alexandra''.. he called.. walking  towards me as i got my crossed  legs off the table.
''Lanre......'' i said ,still staring at him in disbelief... my lips trembling as i spoke
''What are you doing here?''
He hugged me tightly, holding my waist in one hand and running his hands into my hair with the other.I could hear him breathing vigourously.
''I should ask you what you are doing here. I own this company''.
''Im told a Deji Haastrup owns this place. Now im confused.''
''Now thats true. The Lanre you know is also Deji Haastrup.''
I smiled cynically. Shaking my head in disbelief. This was going to be my most dangerous game yet.
''You are still beautiful.'' he said, holding my chin up against his face and staring at me straight in the eyes. I looked away.
''You disappeared. Why?'' He querried softly....
''I had to. Can we not talk about this?''
''What do you mean by that Alex? you brought me out of misery, spent forty five passionate nights with me in Paris. you cooked for me..made sweet love to me these nights.  I gave you my world. I fell in love with you...then you left without a trace. what kind of person does that???''
''That was four years ago!'' i yelled out of nowhere. Holding my head like it was gonna explode.
'' I know its been four years but i havent gotten over it. My love life is in shreds. you are the only one who taught me how to love.''
''Do you realise who referred me here?''
''My former boss and friend- Tesho . what's up with that?''
''Well...im his msitress''
He looked hard at me. ''Isnt Tesho married?''
'' Well, he is. what can i do about that?''
'' Leave him. He isnt gonna marry you anyway.''
''Im not marrying him either''.
Not that i didnt understand what Lanre talked about, i couldnt come to terms with it. Lanre being MD of cynosure Incorporated, his sudden ''proposal''..... too much was happening in one day already.
   I met Lanre during my first visit to France. i was attending a two months training at an institute in Paris. Tesho heard about a training in home automation and thought i should give it a shot. He then arranged for my two months vacation to be spent there. I stayed at The Ritz in Paris,. some place i learnt the famous designer; Coco Channel spent most of her life. I spent two weeks at The Ritz but had to leave for le meridein which was a lot cheaper. Tesho visited for two days in between though.
At the lobby of the new hotel  i relocated to, i met Lanre or Deji as i now know him.
He was apparently on his way from the gym.....tall, light skinned and had his head totally shaven.
He had huge biceps and had his Tshirt all smeared with sweat. I gasped as he walked towards my direction; nearly spilling the glass of Martini i had in my hands.
I wasnt sure if he had noticed my discomfiture. But he walked up to me.
'Are you okay?''.  He querried.
''Im fine. Thanks''. I said, taking the last sip from the glass. I made to get my tote bag with which i shopped in the swarovski store three blocks from the hotel. I slipped again.
''Are you sure you dont want me to get that for you?'' He stretched his arm, aiming for my bag. I refrained, pulling my top which had hung almost below my bra.
He eventually saw me to my room where i realised he was six suites away from me.
 Briton by birth but of Nigerian descent which you could tell from his accent since he lived and studied there. We had a long talk through the night as we discussed our goals, passion and all of what made our lives worth while. we both were 'single'- or so i said.
It was 2am and i had begun yawning endlessly. I walked him to the door and Lanre planted ''the kiss of life'' on my lips.
That sealed off our six weeks of hot, passionate romance......
I returned from one of our external workshops in The American University Of Paris. we had almost completed our training session. i was excited and enthusiastic about my return to Nigeria. Lanre on the other hand still had three months to go with  his MBA programme.  I had shopped vigorously in the past few days, preparing for my trip back. i felt a sense of uneasiness with the way Lanre stalked me endlessly that fateful day. Saying how he couldnt wait to see me at every opportunity he had. At this time, i had moved in with him in his suite to earn me some extra cash for my extravagancies. I got into the suite...knackered and trying to make my way in with my paper bags.
Lanre got off the white couch on which he sat.
 The room exuded cigarette,  cool air-conditioning and his narciso rodriguez cologne... this was my favourite elixir and aphrodisiac. I shook my head mischievously. White and red rose petals lined from the door to the bedroom. I peeped into the bedroom from where i stood,watching him as he walked towards me; handingme  a red rose stem. My tearful eyes brimmed with the joy of his thoughtfulness..........then he did the unthinkable...............

....to be continued