As I walked out the door of our home, I felt a sense of relief, but I was scared out of my mind. What would I do without my sugar daddy, Marco? He was my everything. Did I just make a huge mistake? I didn’t know any of the answers, but kept putting one foot in front of the other until I figured it out.
That night, I didn’t go home to Marco after work like I usually did. I stayed with Victor, the man I had been cheating on Marco with, and we made love the entire night. Victor was excited that things were finally ending with Marco and asked me to come live with him, but I refused because I truly needed to be on my own this time.
We made a plan to go look at apartments for me the next day and really get the ball rolling. We found an awesome little place that was perfect for me in size, location, and most importantly, price. It definitely wasn’t the beautiful home Marco had graciously provided me to live in, but it would do for now, especially since I wouldn’t have the monthly allowance any longer. The apartment wouldn’t be ready for another month, though. I didn’t want to move in with Victor and then have to move again, so I tried to smooth things over with Marco, just enough that I could continue to stay in his house—and even pay rent—for one month until my apartment was available.
For three weeks of the following month, Marco was scheduled to be in Italy with his family, which made things a lot easier. Victor stayed overnight with me about half of the time. We slept in the spare bedroom, which had become “my” room. We made love every single chance we could, everywhere we could. Everywhere except Marco’s bedroom—despite Victor asking, I just couldn’t allow that. In any case, the sex was hotter at Marco’s, I suppose out of fear of being caught by Marco. Either way, Victor kept me company while I bided my time waiting for my apartment.
Meanwhile, school was still going well; Marco kept his interest in that area even after I moved out. I was maintaining a high grade point average as promised, so he continued to do things for me, such as buy me furniture for my apartment, since I had nothing. He took me shopping and provided me with a queen bed, couch, tables, desk, lamps, dishes, and whatever else you’d need for a new home. I had my own money and he didn’t have to, but by this time, things had cooled off and he was not so upset anymore. He wanted what was best for me and, most of all, for me to be happy and successful.
Marco was a great man, and I’d soon find out how amazing he really was. You won’t believe what happened on the day I finally moved out…