I had only just met Chad and he was already inviting us to have lunch with him and his friends at a high-end restaurant at the marina.
We ordered and got to know a bit about each other. No one spoke about their personal lives, which was nice. It was all so exhilarating—the prospect of a new man, the unknown, the fact that it was forbidden. The newness was exciting. I had so many thoughts, but I kept calm about it.
I was suddenly snapped back to reality when I heard Chad’s friend Peter say, “Isabella will help with that.”
“I’ll help with what?” I asked.
He laughed and said, “You seem to have left us. Good to have you back.”
As I smiled, Chad chimed in and asked, “Have you met anyone since you’ve been here on the island?” I quickly glanced at my friend Shyon and lied. “No,” I said.
“You mean to tell me you’ve been here all this time and you haven’t been getting any?” Chad asked.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” I said. It was too easy; I just had to say it.
Chad jumped from the table and said, “Let’s go then.”
I was surprised at his reaction, but couldn’t turn down the offer to spend some time alone with him; I wanted to know more about this man. We excused ourselves from the table and headed out to his jeep. We leaned against the car and spoke for about half an hour. And the more I spoke to him, the more it concreted that I was going to be having an affair with him, at whatever expense. We left the marina and he dropped Shyon and I home.
As we pulled up, Chad and I exchanged numbers and he promised to call me—he called as soon as he drove off and we began making plans to see each other the next day. As soon as I hung up, my boyfriend back home called. He was abusive and I had come to the island to try and escape him for a while. “Why have I not been able to get through to you?” he yelled.
“How would I know?” I snapped back. In my mind, our relationship ended that night he slapped me across my face. He just failed to let go and I was too scared to tell him that I wanted to leave him. But I felt like Chad could very well be the one to give me the strength to finally walk away. Besides, my boyfriend, Lex, was really only good for two things: being my sugar daddy and oral sex.
Lex started asking when I was going to come home and if I had finished sorting out my dad’s affairs, which was the excuse I gave him for traveling. He threatened that he was giving me two months to get my ass back before he’d come to get me. As always, I hung up on him crying at how sad my life had become.
The next morning, Chad called. He said he was on his way to work and that he had this spot that he goes to have a late breakfast; if I had no plans, he wanted me to join him. I got dressed and minutes later, he was at my front door. He captivated me even more.
We got into a routine of eating breakfast and dinner together at the most lavish places in town. It wasn’t until a week into our meetings that he told me he had a girlfriend, and they had two teenaged kids. It knocked me a little off balance, but I decided I could deal with the kids and even the girlfriend, so long as he wasn’t married.