We went in and sat down, and after only a few minutes we were surrounded by half-naked women. We chose a few and went to the VIP section. This was his birthday present: the VIP. He handed me thousands of dollars to keep the fun going. We had been in the VIP for about two hours when one of the girls went for the top button on my jeans—that did it; he was done. We arrived back at our hotel around two a.m., and, of course, we made love for several hours, even though we were supposed to be at the plane in just a few hours. We briefly slept, jumped up, blindly threw our clothes into the suitcases, and headed to the plane. We were exhausted and slept the entire flight home.
A few days later his wife was preparing his clothes for the cleaners when she discovered the shirt he had worn to the strip club—the one that he’d blindly thrown into his suitcase. This shirt was covered in the strippers’ makeup. She immediately remembered his Las Vegas trip, and if she’d had any doubts before about her husband’s fidelity, she had them confirmed that laundry day—even though this makeup wasn’t mine. The truth would soon come out.
After the birthday celebration in the VIP room at the hottest strip club in Las Vegas, my life became very complicated. As I’ve already revealed, I had been having an affair with the super-rich, sexy Stetson man for over a year, and we had so far kept our relationship hidden well. However, after the infamous laundry day when his wife found his shirt covered in the Vegas strippers’ makeup, she was on a mission to uncover all his secrets. And I happened to be his biggest dirty little secret. Unbeknownst to us, her first plan of action was to hire a private investigation team, and not only did she hire a private investigation team, she hired ex-FBI agents and active off-duty agents. Considering the fortune she aimed to protect, I should not have been surprised—I should have been prepared. However, I was anything but ready for the battle ahead. I was deep into grieving my son who’d recently passed away and this was all happening faster than I could gather my wits. Since I was not paying attention, she had a head start on my attempting to cover my tracks.
We made a huge mistake that gave us away one fateful weekend. The Stetson man’s wife and family took his personal plane to their second home a few states over, and, rather than stay home incognito, he and I decided to charter a flight and fly to his ranch. And so the Stetson man, a dear friend of mine, my Chihuahua, and I boarded the chartered flight for a fun weekend at the ranch. Little did we know that we were being set up…