How My Rich, Older Man Bought My Love: Part 2

168802003Der­rick was sig­nif­i­cantly older than I was, and in the begin­ning of our rela­tion­ship, the gap in our ages made me uncom­fort­able. So, for the first year I did not intro­duce him to any of my friends or fam­ily. Spend­ing time at my house was strictly off lim­its, and although Der­rick was very under­stand­ing about the cir­cum­stances of our rela­tion­ship, my liv­ing sit­u­a­tion did pose as a predica­ment. We lived miles apart from each other, and all of our ren­dezvous always started with a min­i­mum two-hour com­mute just to see each other.

Also see: How My Rich, Older Man Bought My Love: Part 1

One hot, sum­mer day, my Old Man—“Old Man” was my own lit­tle pet name for Derrick—picked me up in his Maserati. I was excited to see him and got even more excited when he told me that he had great news. He had bought a small house in the city, and because it was closer to where I lived, it would help to alle­vi­ate our com­mut­ing prob­lems. I was ecsta­tic to hear that the dis­tance between us would finally get shorter.

Here we are,” he said, as we pulled into the dri­ve­way in front of a house. I was slightly sur­prised to see how small this house was com­pared to his man­sion that I had grown to love. That being said, it was still much big­ger than any house I could ever afford. It was beau­ti­fully land­scaped, and this looked like a newer, upscale neigh­bor­hood. If it was this nice from the out­side, I could only imag­ine what the rest of it was like.

Of course, the decor inside was noth­ing less than spec­tac­u­lar. As Der­rick gave me a grand tour of his new home, one thought kept gnaw­ing in the back of my head: there was a black Mer­cedes parked out­side the house. I had never seen him dri­ving it before, but kept telling myself that it must have been his. After all, this man had more cars than I had nail pol­ish. He had a dif­fer­ent car for work, sum­mer, win­ter, vaca­tions, and so on. He even had a lux­ury car, and one just for cruis­ing. I fig­ured the Mer­cedes parked out front must have been one of his “what­ever” cars.

Do you like it?” he asked, bring­ing my atten­tion back to the new house.

Oh yeah, it’s beau­ti­ful!” I told him with excite­ment, adding, “I’m def­i­nitely going to enjoy spend­ing time here with you, and now that you’re closer, I’ll get to spend even more time with you!” Instinc­tively I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him pas­sion­ately. In that moment, I real­ized that when I was around this man, I was gen­uinely happy. I’m not usu­ally one to fall hard for a man, but against every­thing I believed in, I was falling in love with Derrick…

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