The Greek God seemed very comfortable with this limousine full of men and me. He made brief introductions, first names only, and went right into full business meeting mode. I sat quietly, listening for anything that might provide insight to this man. Truthfully, I was just starting to sober up, so nothing really stuck with me. I could not figure out why he would come to the airport to retrieve me with a limousine full of businessmen. Was this some sort of a power play?
The Greek God owned a ball team and I had met many players at parties; it was obvious these men were too old to be current players. They were dressed in suits and looked like business partners or associates.
Before we arrived at our destination, my phone rang. It was the Stetson man. I’m sure he was checking in to see if I had safely arrived at Tori’s—I had lied and told him that I was going to visit my best friend, Tori, because she was going through some medical issues.
I so desperately wanted to answer the phone and tell the Stetson man, my original sugar daddy, to come rescue me, to love me and to marry me. I wanted to tell him, at the very least, to go back to the way things were between us. Instead, I reached into my bag and hit the silence button. I apologized to the limo full of men and they went back to their conversation. It seemed like the longest limo ride ever.
We finally made it to the hotel. We pulled in and the Greek God and I both got out. My luggage was directed to his room. The Greek God handed me a room key and told me to be ready for dinner in a few hours. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and with that, he was back in the car with his business associates. I was relieved to be at the hotel and finally alone.
I arrived in the room, grabbed a huge bottle of water, and took some Tylenol. I made a mental note: no more drinking before meeting the Greek God. I was sure he was less than happy with me right now. I called Tori to be sure she had not received any calls of concern from the Stetson man. She assured me she had heard nothing. She wanted to hear about the limo ride, but I just wanted to hear the Stetson man’s voice. I hung up with Tori and called him as quickly as I could.