What My Sugar Daddy’s Wife Did to Ruin My Fling with Her Husband in Hawaii

I was in Hawaii with my best friend, Tori, thanks to my sugar daddy, the Greek God, who was on vaca­tion with his fam­ily, but wanted me close-by.

After days of loung­ing in the sun and being totally relaxed, Tori sug­gested we leave the resort for some nightlife. I had been talk­ing non­stop about the feel­ings I was devel­op­ing for the Greek God, some­thing I was try­ing not to do. But after my evening on the beach with him, I was strug­gling to keep those feel­ings at bay. I was start­ing to fall for this man and Tori was very much aware of that. She con­stantly reminded me that I was a hope­less roman­tic. She thought going out for the night would be a good way to get my mind off things.

We asked our but­ler where the best nightlife was. He directed us a few miles down the road to a lit­tle vil­lage. He informed us that there would be sev­eral restau­rants and bars to choose from. In the car on the ride over, I turned to Tori and pro­fessed, “When we arrive on the main­land, I am end­ing it with the Stet­son Man.” The Stet­son man was the rich older man I had been dat­ing, but things weren’t going so well anymore—he was start­ing to pull away and I needed the Greek God to help main­tain the lux­u­ri­ous lifestyle I had become accus­tomed to.

Tori imme­di­ately said, “Slow down turbo. You are putting the horse before the cart.” Before I could respond, our dri­ver inter­rupted with infor­ma­tion about what this lit­tle vil­lage had to offer. We thanked him as he handed Tori his busi­ness card. The plan was to phone him later for a ride back to the villa.

Tori was fas­ci­nated with the quaint­ness of the vil­lages in Hawaii. She had never been to an island before. We decided we would start on one side of the vil­lage and work our way across, ven­tur­ing into each loca­tion. I pro­posed that we try a trop­i­cal drink in each spot.

There seemed to be many vehi­cles parked in the vil­lage, but no peo­ple in any of the shops and bars. We looked at each other, won­der­ing where every­one was. The bar­tender at one of the spots informed us that there was a big party at the other end of the vil­lage. We decided to head to where the action was.

As we approached the front door of the estab­lish­ment, there was a ban­ner that read, “Happy Anniver­sary!” I turned and said, “Maybe it’s the bar’s birth­day?” It was obvi­ous the bar was dec­o­rated for an anniver­sary cel­e­bra­tion. It had bal­loons, stream­ers, and ban­ners as far as the eye could see.

We opened the door and all eyes turned to look at Tori and myself. It was very obvi­ous that we had walked into a pri­vate cel­e­bra­tion. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I was shocked to real­ize that this party was the whole pur­pose of the Greek God’s trip—he and his wife were cel­e­brat­ing a mile­stone wed­ding anniver­sary with fam­ily and friends.

The Greek God and I locked eyes, as time stood still. I could not breathe. Tori real­ized I was par­a­lyzed. In her usual flip­pant man­ner, she said, “Oops, our bad!” She grabbed my arm and pulled me out the door. Between my embar­rass­ment and shock, I came to the real­iza­tion that this man really did have feel­ings for his wife. Why else would he go through all this trou­ble for her? I was ready to run. I had never felt so foolish.