Being on vacation with my older lover, Mr. Brown, who was also my boss, was amazing and exhausting. The entire time we were there, he was so attentive to me and my daughters. Every day was beach adventures or trips to the zoo. At night, we went for dinner at a fun restaurant that catered to the kids—the entertainment kept them happy, and wore them out. We would come home at the end of the day and the kids would immediately fall asleep. This certainly left plenty of bonding time for me and Mr. Brown.
His voracious appetite for sex was crazy for those two weeks we were away. It was like something had switched on inside him that I couldn’t switch off. Needless to say, I was happy to oblige! Every day was an adventure that I never wanted to end, but I knew it would eventually have to.
During the last Friday of our trip, Mr. Brown had a big meeting with some of the partners down in South Carolina, so the girls and I spent the day soaking up the sun and enjoying our last two days there. While on the beach, I watched the girls frolicking around and it really started to sink in that my May-December relationship with my boss had progressed to a point where my kids could potentially see him as a father figure—and I could be looking at my life partner.
We had made plans to have dinner that night at a very fancy restaurant with the partners my lover was meeting with, and the kids were going to spend the evening at the hotel for a movie and craft night. We left the beach and headed back to the condo, where I started to get ready. I dropped the kids off, and gave them each a big kiss. I headed into the room for a hot shower and to prepare my sexiest outfit.
It was about 4:30 p.m. and I was supposed to be picked up in an hour. I checked my phone and saw that I had a text message from Mr. Brown saying that he had an issue and that he would be a little bit later than expected. I sent a text back saying, “OK,” and told him I would be anxiously awaiting his arrival. He texted back a smiley face, and I continued to get ready.
I dressed in a gold-colored blouse and fitted pencil skirt, with my hair in a high bun. My black Christian Louboutin heels accentuated my long legs, Mr. Brown’s favorite feature of mine, with sexy red lips. I checked my reflection, and headed for the door.
When I looked at the clock, I realized it was already way past six o’clock. I immediately went into panic mode—had something happened? Where could he have gone? He was usually a very punctual man, so I decided that I would wait a little while longer before I freaked out.
At about 6:30, I called the front desk to see if Mr. Brown had sent the driver to pick me up. The receptionist told me that he had not, and as a matter of fact, she had not even had any calls from him at all. Now I was worried. I decided to text him to see what was going on. There was no response to my calls or text messages. I finally decided that I would drive myself to the restaurant we were supposed to meet at. When I got there, I was not happy at all. And what I found would blow my mind…