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.