My second sugar daddy, Kirk, was the kind of man that women would actually pay to have sex with; he looked that good. He was handsome, worked out, and was even in the music industry. It was hard to balance both relationships—when I started dating Kirk, I was still with my first sugar daddy, Keith, who had no idea I was seeing someone else at the same time. I had to dedicate most of my phone time to Keith when he was away in England, and those calls were often very long. And though I was with Kirk physically, he wasn’t pleased that I was spending most of my time on the phone with Keith lying about my whereabouts.
One day, as my phone rang, Kirk and I were in the middle of a fight and he decided that if I answered that, he would tell Keith everything because he was tired of feeling like he was always coming in second. “If you answer that call, I’m going to let him know about us,” said Kirk. “You told me that you’re with him because he helps you. I’m here now, so what do you need a married man for? As a matter of fact, I’m going to go to that guesthouse and tell his wife about all that has been happening!”
As the phone kept ringing, I stood there taking his scolding, not knowing what to do. I saw in his eyes that he was tired. He had confessed his love for me and he was giving me all that he could, yet he didn’t have all of me. Kirk was my chance to have my own man, yet I felt obligated to Keith. He had been there; he was the one that turned me into a woman and exposed me to this lifestyle I had grown accustomed to. To just leave him when he had done nothing wrong was disloyal in my eyes, and I could not bring myself to do that.
That day, I decided to leave Kirk and give him time to calm down. Right on cue, Peter called. Although Peter and I had never dated, he had become such a good phone buddy that I actually looked forward to his calls. This time, he sounded anxious, almost as if he was crying. “What’s wrong? You sound a bit upset. Are you crying?” I asked.
“I just had an argument with my girlfriend and she decided she’s going to leave me,” he said.
“What caused the argument?” I asked.
“You,” he answered.
“Me? How did I even cause you two to have an argument, let alone break up?” I snapped back.
“She overheard us on the phone and she asked who you were and I told her,” said Peter.
“What did you tell her? It must have been a misunderstanding, since you and I have absolutely nothing going on. I hope you did not tell the poor girl that we do? Give me her number so that I can call her and explain it was a misunderstanding and that we’re only friends. The last thing I want to do is to break up your relationship,” I replied calmly.
“No, let her think what she wants to think!” He suddenly sounded as if he had stopped crying when he asked me what my schedule was for the next day. He wanted to go somewhere and asked if I would join him for the drive. I told him I would check and let him know early the next morning…