By the time Keith dropped me home, it was dusk. As we exchanged numbers, I told him I was only interested in his cell number, as I wanted nothing that would cause me to have any encounter with his wife—I didn’t want his home or business number and at no point should he ever call me from either. I didn’t know his wife, but I believed that she deserved that respect from me. I was fine with being his silent sugar baby. That night, as I lay down, I had many thoughts on what a blessing it was to meet him and how much of a change he would bring to my life.
Keith was on the island for two weeks; it was during that last week that I had met him. For the remaining week he was there, we spent every day together. He introduced me to a life I was not accustomed to. He took me to the beach, his friend’s villa, fancy restaurants, and to champagne parties to mingle with CEOs and other side chicks. He just could not get enough of me and doted on me in front of them.
I had refused to kiss him and I refused for him to touch me, and he admired that. I wanted no level of intimacy with him until I was sure what it was that he and I were going to have. I was not going to be a holiday fling—you give a man what he craves too early, he has no reason to stick around or respect you; he will think that as soon as he leaves you, the next man that comes around will get the same deal. When the end of his vacation came, I was sad because it seemed my Pretty Woman moment was over.
Keith visited me early that Saturday morning he was leaving, stumbling down to where I lived. He hugged me and asked me to remain true to him, and that he would treat me like his princess. He handed me a bundle of money that would last me until he got back home to the U.K. and got settled in. He reassured me not to worry, as he would not forget me.
I didn’t hear from him for about one week and I was beginning to get worried. But he eventually called and told me he had been busy and was just getting back to his normal routine. The time difference was so annoying, but after a month, I realized that his routine was to get home, shower, eat, and call me. We would spend hours on the phone speaking about anything and everything. I was becoming his best friend and his shoulder to lean on. He told me how his day went and I would give him details of mine. Many times we would both drift off to sleep until the phone went dead.
As time went by, I discovered that he became jealous and I would always have to reassure him that I was staying true to him when he wasn’t around. I also found out that he was quite generous, because the first time he sent me some money, it was more than I could have even imagined…