As we pulled into the stadium, I could see many limos lined up to deliver their passengers. I was alone in the back of the last limo in line, watching each one stop and empty their precious cargo. I could recognize some of the girls from the party I had attended with my secret sugar daddy, the Greek God, who owned one of the teams playing.
I became mesmerized as I sat behind the tinted glass watching, what seemed to be, an exclusive girls club arriving in their stretch limousines. The women were escorted to a door that was not for public use. The Greek God had previously instructed me to go to one of his private suites and he would be there after all the press was completed.
I knew the Greek God’s wife would be in attendance that day, too. She would be in the family suite with her children and grandchildren. This uncomfortable situation was about to rear its ugly head.
Entering my suite, I scanned the room—my every need was met. The Greek God knew exactly what I would enjoy while watching the game. Every now and then, I would see his wife on the closed circuit feed. He had both his women at the same location for a second time—he invited me to secretly join him in Hawaii, where he was vacationing with his wife. She had no idea I would be with her husband after the game, just like she had no idea I was with him in Hawaii, too. The Greek God chose me. He wanted me to be his girl, even more so than his wife. I had convinced myself of this.
At the same time, I was torn between the Greek God and my rich older man at home, the Stetson man. Don’t get me wrong, the Greek God catered to my every need, but when your heart is being shared by someone else, it’s hard to appreciate them fully. That’s what happens when you’re trying to manage two relationships, something the Greek God knew all too well.
The door opened and in walked the Greek God with a serious expression on his face. “How are you, princess? I’m sorry I’ve taken so long to come see you. My wife is demanding more of my attention than usual,” he said. I tried not to let my feelings show on my face. If I was going to play this game, I needed him to know I was all in.
“Oh, don’t ever worry about me, please. I’m great! I’ve really enjoyed watching the game. I knew you would come when you could.” Exactly the words he needed to hear. You could see his expression soften. I learned from being with the Stetson man that older men need a soft place to fall. They need someone to keep their secrets and to pamper. And if his wife couldn’t be that person, I would be.
After the game, I watched some of the girls gather in the hall after most of the stadium emptied. It was clear they would be joined by their players later. I wondered what would be next for me. How was the Greek God going to juggle all the balls in the air at the same time?
A man came into the skybox and instructed me to go to the end of the hall and take that elevator; an escort would be waiting to take me to the limo. As I passed by some of the girls I recognized, a few slight nods were exchanged, but not a word was spoken. I could feel them looking at me with a jealous glare. I was getting the special treatment they all wanted. His wife probably wasn’t even being treated as well.
As the elevator door opened, I felt as though someone was staring at me. I turned around just in time to see the Greek God’s wife glaring at me with anger in her eyes. I never changed expressions. I simply wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction. The doors closed, and that was it.
As I entered the limo, I saw the Greek God sitting inside. The tinted windows gave us our own private world. “I’ve missed you, princess! I couldn’t get away fast enough. Now, this is our time. But I have a meeting I have to attend in a couple of hours and then back to the wife. So, I’ll only be able to see you here tonight.” As I listened to him, it became clear our time together tonight was going to be short.
In that moment, I realized that when you’re dating a sugar daddy who’s married, his wife will always come first, no matter how special he might make you feel. In a way, I was sort of glad our date that day was cut short, because seeing his wife’s fury made me rethink our whole arrangement.