The Shocking Confession My Sugar Daddy’s Son Made About His Father: Part 2

Dur­ing the sum­mer break when John’s son was around, we went out a lot. He seemed to like me and began con­fid­ing in me. “Isabella, promise you won’t tell my dad,” he once said out of the blue.

Tell your dad what? I promise, I won’t tell,” I said.

Why is it that my dad always pushes peo­ple away? He doesn’t deserve you, you know? I lis­ten to the way he speaks to you and you don’t even deserve it. I worry about him. I worry that he’ll end up alone with no one who cares about him. Are you going to leave my dad?” he asked with tears in his eyes.

Tears streamed down my face as I said, “I don’t know, but if I do, I won’t for­get you.”

As much as I loved his son, I had put up with a lot of crap from John, a lot of unnec­es­sary aggres­sion, and I was get­ting tired. I felt that over the years I had lost my sense of worth and I was putting up with men I would not have in the past. I had kept warn­ing him to let him know that I would be leav­ing if he didn’t improve, and he wasn’t improv­ing. And now I was get­ting close to his son, and that wasn’t fair.

To make mat­ters worse, a “friend” of mine ran into some trou­ble and needed an apart­ment to rent. She took his num­ber behind my back and then called me one day ask­ing if I could go with her to meet him. I knew he was a dog and it would not have sur­prised me of he wanted to screw her, or if he had another woman at his house when she went there. I was in denial and didn’t want to see that, so I refused to accom­pany her. She went with­out me.

John had a cou­ple of town houses and he told her he would rent her one. When she came back, she had so many sto­ries to tell me about his promises and plans for not just me, but his many other women. She told me that when she went to his house, she could see the shadow of a woman walk­ing around inside and he did not allow her inside.

I was angry, to say the least. He ended up call­ing my friend one night and told her she could come by to drop the money off. When she got there, he sup­pos­edly asked if her breasts were real and if he could feel them. She said she got freaked out and left.

When she told me what hap­pened, I decided to have noth­ing to do with him any­more. After about two weeks of him beg­ging, he con­vinced me to for­give him again. He had a strange hold over me.

Even though we were still in a rela­tion­ship, I didn’t trust him at all since then. His new build­ings were going up and almost com­ing to com­ple­tion. I spent many days there dec­o­rat­ing the office he had set up on site. His atti­tude was just as nasty and I had offi­cially had enough. I con­fided in one of his friends about my plans to immi­grate and leave him, and he told that that would be the only way I would be able to avoid him. So, I set my plans into motion.

That Novem­ber, I went on vaca­tion to Eng­land and decided I would even­tu­ally move there. John was ever the sweet­est when I got back, almost as if he felt a storm brewing.