Victor and I continued our secret affair for nearly two months while I still worked and went to school. My grades were up, I was making good money, and things with my live-in sugar daddy, Marco, were at the “it is what it is” stage. We stopped going out as much as a couple, but he still enjoyed buying me nice little gifts and sending me on small shopping sprees—I certainly wasn’t going to turn them down.
Victor and I exchanged text messages daily. We would only really see each other when Marco was out of town for work, or at least that’s how it started out. Every time we were together, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. It never failed that within five minutes or less, we would both be naked and sweaty, and I loved every second of it. In comparison, sex with Marco was cold, mechanical, and transactional. I was disillusioned, thanks to Victor.
As time went on, Victor and I became almost addicted to the lovemaking. We were head over heels in lust as we fell into bed happily together. I began sneaking out to see Victor as soon as Marco would leave the house for work, regardless of him being in town or not. He never suspected anything, until one day when he had forgotten something and came back to the house to find me gone. Not knowing where I went, he tried to contact me, but I was busy enjoying Victor’s six-pack abs and toned body.
When Marco couldn’t find me, he started looking around. He would find small tokens, such as a hand-blown glass trinket from Victor with a note that said, “I crave you.” He logged onto his phone account and downloaded records of my cell phone activity; after all, he was paying for my cell phone. Marco quickly realized how much and how often I was making contact with the same number over and over again, and he was furious, to say the least.
Marco invested his time, energy, and money into me. All he asked in return was that I do well in school and maintain my fidelity to him. Well, I quite obviously was being unfaithful and wasn’t trying to hide it. He immediately called Victor’s cell phone, but he didn’t answer because he was busy getting all hot and sweaty with me. Marco called my phone, no answer. So, he did what he thought was right. He went back to work.
Marco went back to the office and pretended like nothing was wrong. He came home from work that evening and continued to pretend like nothing was wrong. I was headed out the door for work just as he was getting home; he smiled and kissed me gently on the cheek before holding my face in his hand for a moment and looking unusually deeply into my eyes. “Yes?” I asked somewhat hesitantly.
“Oh, nothing, I’m just looking at you. How are you? We haven’t had a chance to talk or connect in a while. What have you been up to?” he asked, almost egging me on. At that point, I knew that he knew about my affair with Victor. He had moved the bracelet Victor had given me from where I had hid it, so I knew he had seen it. But I was too afraid to actually say it to his face.
“I’m headed to work—” I started to say as Marco cut me off with a completely dark tone and expression before firing questions at me rapidly.
“Sorry, I should have asked who have you been f*cking lately, my dear? Does he treat you well? Is he bigger than I am? Does he please you better than I do? Does he take care of your every need the way that I have? Was it worth risking everything you have for a fling?”
Here it is, finally, I thought to myself—I was terrified. I smiled at Marco and said, “I’ve enjoyed every single dirty thing he could do to me, because he makes me feel alive and I have never felt that way with you. And the best part is that he doesn’t have to pay me for it.”
That final sentence out of my mouth that day cut like a knife. This was the end of our arrangement. I sealed it with a kiss on the cheek and walked out the door as Marco stood there completely dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. He had just lost control over the one person he invested an absorbent amount of time, effort, and money into, but he hadn’t quite expected it to end like this.