My long-distance sugar daddy, Keith, had just surprised me by showing up to take me on a quick getaway. We had to stop at his brother’s house on the way out, but I had a good time catching up with him, especially since he liked me more than he liked Keith’s wife.
The next day, we continued on our journey again and finally arrived at his friend’s private little villa—finally, we were alone. It was surrounded by tropical fruit trees on a hilltop overlooking the ocean below. Keith couldn’t have picked a more romantic place.
Our days there were heavenly, but Keith had not planned on a long stay. He had gotten a spur-of-the-moment flight, because he missed me, but had to head home after a couple days. That Friday morning he was leaving came too early, and as we both started to tear up, I saw his love for me. Everything he was doing was risky, and it was all in the name of love. Meanwhile, he had no idea that I had been unfaithful.
During the time that Keith was in town, Peter had disappeared—Peter was the man I had become close friends with after he accidentally dialed my number one day. As soon as Keith left, Peter suddenly resurfaced. We chatted for a few days until he asked for me to accompany him on another trip to the country again. Since Keith was gone, I agreed.
We planned to meet there the next day, but when I went out to hail a cab, Peter’s car was parked out front. I was horrified to see him there. How did he know where I lived? I was so sure that I had never given him my address, but I figured maybe I had let it slip once.
Peter and I took off for the country; we were like four hours from home. On our way, he told me he was going to stop at a friend’s place. I asked him who it was and he said his ex, Sandy. I was fine with that, because, after all, he and I were never a couple.
When we arrived at his ex’s house, she turned out to be a really nice girl. We introduced ourselves and just talked as she showed me old photos of the two of them together. I figured this would be a great opportunity to try and find out more about Peter. “How did you meet Peter and why did you break up?” I asked. I wanted to learn more about the stranger who had befriended me.
“We have known each other since high school, and we only broke up because he moved away,” said Sandy, adding that he was “a really nice boyfriend.” The conversation I had with her was reassuring.
On our way over there, it seemed like Peter was desperately trying to get in contact with someone. At one point, he called someone named “mommy” and said, “Dave, we’re going to do the thing tonight.” When I asked him what he was talking about, he just brushed it off and changed the subject, which made me feel really unsettled. But hearing his ex tell me that Peter was such a nice guy put me at ease.
Unfortunately, I’d soon find out that this little stopover was all part of Peter’s twisted master plan, and it was all about to explode in front of me…