The night at the Greek God’s party seemed so magical to me. I had my best friend in the world, Tori, at my side, and the most gorgeous older man I’d ever seen in my life standing there smiling at us—if this was a dream, then I didn’t want to be woken up. The Greek God escorted us to our seats beside him. As I looked along the long table, the servers were bringing trays and trays of food to the table. Drinks and food just kept coming. You could tell that this man was clearly in charge of his world just by the way he was ordering dishes and answering questions with such authority. He explained to us that this was a little private celebration for several of his ball players’ birthdays. “It’s rare that I get this sort of time to be directly with the players, but I intend to show everyone a great time tonight. You girls up for an all-night party?” he asked. “Of course we are,” Tori said, and so quickly that I didn’t have time to do anything but smile.
As the evening wore on with laughter and conversation, the Greek God asked us if we would like to go dancing. Tori looked at me and nodded in agreement. He said, “Wait out front and I’ll get my car.” So, we stood there waiting as I noticed a black Mercedes Maybach pull up and park right in front of us. The driver’s door opened and there was the man that wanted me to go dancing with him. “How do you like my little ride?”
I rolled my eyes and laughed as Tori elbowed me. He opened the door for us and explained that we would be going to one of the hottest, and most private, nightclubs in town. Only the most elite people were allowed to enter. Many of the players and their girlfriends arrived before us and we were cheered as we entered the room. I couldn’t help thinking about how much I’d been missing—I could have been out having a good time instead of suffering at home with the Stetson man. He may be going down the Rhine River right now, but I was on the arm of a Greek God.
The two-story building had a colonial feel because of the large columns. The band was playing a slow song and the Greek God escorted me to the dance floor. We began to dance the night away and I was enjoying the attention of this new sugar daddy. Tori was enjoying herself too, as she danced with one of the handsome ball players.
After about an hour or so of dancing, the Greek God asked me if I liked to gamble, to which I replied, “Absolutely!” He smiled and motioned to several of the players. After a brief conversation out of my earshot, he pulled his cell phone out of his coat jacket. I could overhear him telling someone to get the plane ready. It was clear he was on a mission to make sure everyone had a great night. We got in the Mercedes and drove straight to the airport. He pulled the car up to the plane and smiled. This was not just a little plane, it was a top-of-the-line Gulfstream jet—this man traveled in style.
When we entered the jet, some of the same men and women I met earlier in the night were already seated throughout the plane. This was going to be quite the trip.