For days, I was in turmoil over breaking up with my boyfriend, Kirk. It’s funny, when everything was fine between Kirk and me, I was happy with my sugar daddy, Keith. But now it seemed like I didn’t want to be happy unless they were both in my life. Kirk couldn’t deal with knowing about my relationship with Keith, and that constantly led to arguments. And, because Kirk couldn’t handle the fights, he would just disappear.
After I decided to leave Kirk, he called consistently and kept asking people to speak some sense into me. I was having none of it. If freedom was what he wanted, then that’s what he was going to have. He just didn’t like that I was attracted to older men.
Eventually, I slowly came around and started focusing my full attention on Keith, like it was before I had met the other guy. His respectful ways and him constantly doting on me made me wonder what my reason was for doing what I did in the first place; why did I need to cheat on him? Our late night phone calls started getting better, the romance was once more reignited, and it wasn’t long before I was completely smitten with Keith once more.
That June, he told me that he had a friend named Tom who was a pilot, and that he had a flight to the island where I lived; Tom was stopping for the weekend and Keith would be sending some items for me with Tom. Keith told me that as much as he would’ve liked to come himself, he was not able to make it because of demands at work. I told him to tell Tom to leave the package with my girlfriend, Sasha, in the morning and I would be down later to collect it.
I got to her apartment around 10 a.m., but Keith’s friend still had not arrived. Sasha and I sat and had breakfast. We chatted and as 10 a.m. passed, 11 a.m. passed, and noon came and went, I thought he must have lost his way.
I had no number for his friend and had no clue what he looked like. Sasha and I went on the balcony to see if there was anyone who looked like he didn’t know where he was going, but there was no one near the gate.
Half an hour later my phone rang—the caller I.D. said “Private Number”—and the person said, “This is Tom. I was asked by Keith to drop this bag off and I need some directions.”
I gave Tom directions to the apartment and fifteen minutes later, a black Mercedes Benz GL Class drove up. I caught a quick glimpse of a fair-skinned gentleman in the car and when he called to let me know he was at the gate, I rushed down to collect my suitcase. As I got to the car, he drove a little away from the entrance and parked at the side. My jaw dropped when I saw that it was Keith. I just stood there, unable to speak. He looked so damn good, and smelled divine as always. “Get in! We’re heading to my friend’s villa to stay for a few days, and we’re going to stop by my brother’s place. Don’t worry about clothes. All you will need and more is already in the car.”
I couldn’t believe this was happening…