The One Offer My Sugar Daddy Made Me That I Just Couldn’t Refuse: Part 2

The Greek God con­tin­ued. “You know my sec­re­tary told you I wanted to see you every other week­end. Well, there’s a rea­son for this, and it’s not that I’m too busy with the team. The sched­ule is that way because I’m mar­ried. I’m not going to ever get divorced, but I just couldn’t help but want to be with you the night we met.”

He paused to see if I was going to say any­thing. I didn’t. He con­tin­ued, “I will make sure your every need is taken care of. I’ll have my sec­re­tary call you for your rout­ing num­ber and I’ll be sure you are com­pen­sated with more than enough money. I would love to have you at some func­tions I’m going to be attend­ing, but there will be times that my wife will be there as well. You will be in dif­fer­ent rooms or suites. I’ll make sure you are always com­fort­able. I promise.”

My heart was in my stom­ach before he even fin­ished talk­ing. But I couldn’t let him see my pain. I had a girl­friend who dated ball play­ers; they referred to this sit­u­a­tion as “girls on con­tract.” It didn’t occur to me that I had walked into the same situation.

The Greek God waited for my reply, and if there could have been an Oscar for my act­ing per­for­mance that day, I would have won for sure. I walked over to him, sat on his lap, kissed his cheek, and said, “Thank you, baby. I can’t wait.”

Inside I was crushed, but if he wanted to play the game, then I was going to play hard­ball. I wanted to see just how seri­ous he really was. Besides, the Stet­son man had to come home sooner or later—he had already been away sev­eral weeks. I decided to keep my heart out of this one early on. I was already cal­loused from my mar­riage and the drama with the Stet­son man’s fam­ily. I wanted to see for myself how well the Greek God would com­pen­sate me. As hurt as I was, I was relieved too. I knew if the Stet­son man decided to move on, I had my next sugar daddy lined up.