That December, my sugar daddy, Keith, took me to meet some of his family and we spent many days with his brother. I enjoyed our times together; each moment was a treasure and each time he would take me home afterward, there would instantly be a longing—I would miss him almost immediately. I would anticipate when I would see him next. He had now become the center of my world. He was everything I wanted in a man and, though he wasn’t mine to own because he was married, I never felt as if I was sharing him. I feel like he gave me so much of himself.
On Christmas day, he had a party at his guesthouse and when he sent his driver for me, I declined the offer. The last thing I wanted was to collide with his wife or see them playing the part of the happy couple.
Seven months into our relationship, he returned home with his wife. Meanwhile, my modeling career was doing great and I was working really hard. It felt like everything was finally falling into place. By then, everyone knew and respected him for the way he treated me.
As my birthday came around in January, I had no idea that he had planned a surprise party for me. It seemed that while he was here on vacation, he had met up with my friends and planned the whole thing. When they told me that they were taking me to a hotel to have dinner and celebrate a five-page spread I had just gotten from a New York-based magazine, I couldn’t refuse. When I arrived, all of my friends from my agency were there and it was beautifully decorated—they went all out. He was on hold on my best friend’s phone and I had no clue he was on the other end when she said someone wants to wish you a happy birthday and handed me the phone. “Are you enjoying your party?” he asked.
“How did you know?” I said. I looked at my girlfriend as she said, “He was the one that planned the whole thing and paid for everything.”
If I could have loved him any more, it would have happened then. One of my surprise gifts was a Louis Vuitton handbag I saw in a magazine and mentioned to him that I liked. As we celebrated my birthday, everyone praised him, and all my friends who didn’t have a man like Keith in their lives echoed how they wish their man was more like him.
That year passed with him sending me to school. We were looking at properties to buy and build a villa. He had now been talking a lot about moving back to the island, and how he needed a property for us. He had decided that if I was willing to start over with him, he was going to give the guesthouse and other assets to his wife and file for a divorce. I was taken aback, as I remembered him saying he would never leave her. I was happy, but to be honest, it was a responsibility I was not ready to take on.