The Paradise Island casino was intoxicating. The sound of cheers coming from the craps tables, all the people exchanging high fives at the blackjack tables, and the sound of the slot machines ringing though the air. The Greek God and I left the restaurant after a marvelous dinner and headed for the casino. The Silver Oak wine worked wonders for calming my unsettled nerves. He took my hand and guided me to the high-limits area. As we walked into the salon, everyone turned their head to look at us. He was the type of man that got all the women’s attention when he entered a room.
The attention we attracted when we walked into the room was very noticeable. It was more attention than the Stetson man and I had ever received. Being in the spotlight like this was addictive for me—I was officially hooked, and I loved being on the arm of this gorgeous sugar daddy. He motioned for me to sit beside him at the blackjack table. He smiled and said, “You are quite the blackjack player, princess.” It seemed “princess” had become his new pet name for me. Every time he spoke to me, somewhere in the conversation, he slid in the word “princess.”
He laid a stack of money on the table and when the dealer slid the chips to him, he slid a stack in front of me. “Let’s have some fun!” We laughed and the dealer started shuffling the cards. As the night wore on, we laughed and made some really big bets. Each time we pushed in to increase our bets, we seemed to win. He kept saying that I was his good luck charm. I just loved hearing him say that throughout the night.
After a few hours of playing, he said, “It’s time we cashed in and called it a night, wouldn’t you agree?” I agreed, and we headed to the hotel.
The Paradise Island lights made for a stunning view. As I stood there in the room, a song by Chris Young started playing in the background. The music was soft, but loud enough to envelope me in his words. It was the song about a black dress hitting the floor after a man and woman get home from a night out.
As I stood there staring into the Greek God’s eyes, he walked straight towards me and began slow dancing with me. This dance felt like magic to me. The music was like a road map for what he was going to do to me. He slowly unzipped my black dress and it hit the floor. I made sure I had the sexiest underwear on, and it took his breath away. He bent down and picked me up, as if he was going to carry me across the threshold. He actually did carry me across the threshold of the suite’s separate bedroom. My mind was no longer on the Stetson man.