What Happened to Make Me Realize I Needed Two Sugar Daddies: Part 1

After spend­ing some time in Eng­land with my older sugar daddy, Keith, I went back home to the island in late Novem­ber and got back into the flow of work. Keith remained in Eng­land. One night, on my way to model in a fash­ion show, I received an anony­mous phone call and on the other end was a guy ask­ing for a girl named Patri­cia. “Sorry,” I said. “You have the wrong num­ber. This is not Patricia.”

There was a few of us in the company’s bus and we were all laugh­ing and hav­ing a good time, so I was dis­tracted and thought noth­ing of the phone call. The man on the line responded, “You have a beau­ti­ful voice. I bet you’re beau­ti­ful, too?”

I laughed and said, “I don’t know if I would go that far. Any­way, I’m quite busy at the moment, so I have to go. Take care.” As I was about to hang up, he said, “Can I call you again?”

What­ever, it doesn’t mat­ter,” I said as I hung up.

I went to the fash­ion show and did my job. On my way back, it must have been 3 a.m. when the same anony­mous num­ber called again. This time, most of my friends had fallen asleep. So, when he called, I was tired, but I was able to speak with him.

He said that his name was Peter, and he was a chef. He told me he was try­ing to reach his girl­friend and appar­ently dialed an incor­rect num­ber. He asked for my name and I told him. I’ll admit that at the time, I was stu­pid to even enter­tain him, but I thought it was over the phone and what would be the harm? Lit­tle did I know how wrong I was.

Peter and I chat­ted for hours about ran­dom things, but he man­aged to keep me awake, as I hated dri­ving long dis­tances and falling asleep. We ended the con­ver­sa­tion and he asked if he could call again. Peter would even­tu­ally become my phone buddy. He never asked any per­sonal ques­tions; he would just want to know what my sched­ule was like and what I was doing. Although I found him to be a lit­tle nosy, he was easy to speak to.

Two months into our phone con­ver­sa­tions, I was at the mall one Sat­ur­day and he called and asked me where I was. I had just col­lected some money that Keith had sent me and was plan­ning on going to the movies. I told him where I was and he said, “That’s funny, because I’m there, too!” I thought it was strange, but I fig­ured since he didn’t know who I was or what I looked like, I had noth­ing to worry about. Besides, it was a crowded space.

He described what he looked like and told me that he was going to meet me there. So, just out of curios­ity, I waited for him…