How My Rich Older Man Bought My Love: Part 1

Being spoiled was new to me, but it was a feel­ing that I grew to love. At the age of 22, I was barely start­ing to grow into my own skin, and as a col­lege stu­dent liv­ing at home, I longed for pri­vacy, finan­cial sta­bil­ity, and a job that would allow me to sus­tain the lux­u­ri­ous life that I wanted. I thought grad­u­a­tion would be my out, but it actu­ally turned out to be my older man, Derrick.

I had dated var­i­ous men through­out my col­lege years, but at the end of the day, they were all the same. Most of the guys were stu­dents who were seri­ous about their edu­ca­tion, so it was hard to ever get seri­ous about our rela­tion­ship, which never seemed to last more than a few dates. And the relationship—if you can even call it that—was never any­thing worth rav­ing about. A lot of the times I ended up hav­ing to pay for the date, open my own doors, and drive myself to our meet­ing place, which was usu­ally a bor­ing cof­fee shop, fast food joint, or their dorm room.

To make mat­ters even worse, the sex was always pre­dictable. It’s like all col­lege men read the same sex hand­book. No mat­ter how many guys I went out with, it always ended with me feel­ing the same way: bored, unsat­is­fied, and never stimulated.

Every­thing changed when I started dat­ing Der­rick, a rich, older man that I had met while work­ing at a restau­rant. He was the per­fect gen­tle­man. I used to tell him that I felt like he was “every­thing I didn’t know existed.” Not only was he mature and finan­cially sta­ble, but he always made me his pri­or­ity, and treated me like a lady. I never had to pay for dates, and he always opened the door for me.

Unlike the other men that I had been with, Der­rick was like an open book—there was noth­ing this man did not tell me. There were no child­ish games because his com­mu­ni­ca­tion was flaw­less and pre­cise; he meant what he said and said what he meant. He was a well-established busi­ness­man who lacked noth­ing, and because he lacked noth­ing, nei­ther did I.

Being taken care of finan­cially was some­thing I had to get used to. One of the first out­ra­geous, over-the-top things Der­rick did for me when we started dat­ing was pay off a speed­ing ticket that I had lying around. It was a pretty hefty fine too, since I didn’t have any proof of insur­ance at the time.

When he first brought up the idea of pay­ing off the ticket for me, I imme­di­ately told him that I could not take his money, that it was too much. No mat­ter how much I objected, Der­rick kept insist­ing that he was doing it because he wanted to, and that it was one of the perks of being finan­cially sta­ble. He could do things he wanted and take care of the peo­ple he cared about because he had the means to do so. Pay­ing off my ticket was just the beginning…

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