I had just spent the past little while getting groomed for what I thought was a date with my new sugar daddy, Michael, and his friends. It turned out he just wanted me to be his piece of arm candy for a work event, and sent me to his personal stylist, Anthony, to make sure I looked the part.
Anthony apologized again for blindsiding me; he had seen Michael do this many times before to many girls before me. Unfortunately, each time Michael did it, it cost him a few more business partners, because they looked at his lifestyle as piggish; after all, he was doing this to girls who were the same age as most of their daughters and most guys couldn’t stand that. I was just another one of his sugar babies. The truth and reality of that was really setting in and I had a heavy heart by the time I left the store.
I didn’t want to just be someone’s sugar baby. I wanted the whole package and Michael, despite being filthy rich, simply wasn’t it. Because I realized it early on, I reeled myself back in and took a deep breath to consolidate my thoughts about what I really wanted in a man. Neither of my ex-sugar daddies, Marco and Victor, and now Michael had anything that I couldn’t get somewhere else. Sure, I could have settled, but I didn’t want to. So, I decided to focus on finding that one person who I simply couldn’t live without.
I decided to go to the company party with Michael and be the perfect “friend,” arm candy, or sugar baby that night, but after that, I would start looking for someone to make me truly happy, someone who had that one thing I couldn’t live without. Money wasn’t everything. In fact, it’s nothing if you aren’t truly happy with yourself and the person you are with. So, I fully prepared myself to walk away from Michael, even if that meant working a minimum wage job and struggling to get by.
As I headed home to get ready for the party, I realized there was an awful smell coming from the trunk of my car. I ignored it for the time being. The company car arrived on time; the driver had picked up Anthony on the way, which was great because I still hadn’t done my hair. Anthony came inside and immediately started curling it for me. “I didn’t realize he was sending the town car to get you. He’s planning on taking you straight to the party, so let me help you with your hair while you apply your makeup. The two of us together can get you ready faster,” Anthony said in a chipper voice.
By the time we left, it was 7:30 p.m. and I was late. To be honest, being late didn’t bother me nearly as much as trying to figure out what the smell was in the trunk of my car. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and couldn’t think of anything being back there except jumper cables and some emergency supplies.
“Again, I’m sorry about earlier. Good luck out there tonight,” Anthony said as the car dropped me off at the entrance of the steakhouse. And then it was time to get the show on the road…