My friend, Tori, and I boarded the jet with the Greek God, his ball players, and their girlfriends. A few bottles of champagne were popped, toasts were made for good luck, and congratulations were shared for some of the players’ birthdays. I didn’t ask any questions about where we were going. I decided earlier that I was going to let the universe bring me a great time on this trip—and so far, it was working.
The Greek God was a complete gentleman and kept asking if I was having a good time. He was so very much in the moment with me—this was something I was beginning to miss in my relationship with the Stetson man.
Several of the ball players were getting very touchy-feely with their women, and it was clear that none of them could care less if anyone saw them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prude by any means—I like a little PDA—but this was getting just a little more than I was comfortable with. The Greek God could see on my face that I was getting uncomfortable, so he got everyone’s attention on the jet. He stood up and gave a little speech about how proud he was of his team, and how they were like family to him. Long story short, he diverted their attention long enough for us to land. I thought that was really observant of him to pick up on how I was feeling, and to be that quick on his toes to turn the situation around—talk about a good sugar daddy. He did that just for me and he could see on my face how much I appreciated his actions. He was winning me over little by little and he didn’t even know it yet.
Once we landed, several limos were waiting to take us to our final destination. I had overheard several girls talking about where we were going, so I knew that we were in the Caribbean. I had just met this Greek God, and he had already brought me to the Caribbean, a casino in the Caribbean, to be exact. He had no idea how much fun Tori and I had had in casinos over the years; we had made the best of times at blackjack tables. And tonight was about to get even better…