Why a Picnic in the Park Was Enough to Make Me Cheat on My Rich Older Man: Part 1

Sat­ur­day morn­ing finally arrived—I was going to meet the Greek God in his city again for another date. I had another to-do list that I checked off in pink high­lighter to make sure I didn’t miss any­thing. The page was full of pink.

I drove to the air­port with a ner­vous feel­ing in the pit of my stom­ach. It had been far too long since I had any con­tact with the Stet­son man. I was sad about where our rela­tion­ship had ended up. I had no idea what he was doing or think­ing, or who he was even with for that mat­ter. It was the worst pos­si­ble posi­tion to be in and I was act­ing on the unknown.

Inside the small lobby of the pri­vate air­port, a pilot walked up to me and con­firmed I was indeed who he thought I was—they were expect­ing me. Besides, there were no other pas­sen­gers around, so he obvi­ously knew it was me. He took my lug­gage and guided me toward the Greek God’s Gulf­stream jet. We boarded. He explained any­thing and every­thing I would pos­si­bly need to know for the next few hours. And with that he was gone, clos­ing the cabin door behind him. I would not see the pilot or co-pilot again until we landed.

I sat alone inside the Greek God’s cold leather clad plane. I was alone, really alone with my thoughts the next few hours. The flight was smooth and unevent­ful. How­ever, my head was spin­ning. We ended up land­ing a lot sooner than I was ready for. I was still ner­vous. If I could just fig­ure out what the Stet­son man was doing and with whom, I’d have a bet­ter idea of what to do next—I would know if I should seri­ously start work­ing on mak­ing the Greek God my new sugar daddy.

The co-pilot took my hand and helped me down the steps of the plane and passed me off to the Greek God, who was wait­ing for me on the ground. Once again, he was dressed to the nines. And again, he smelled incred­i­ble. He had on a white linen shirt tucked out, light denim jeans, and Prada loafers. He looked as if he had walked right out of a chic mag­a­zine adver­tise­ment for a men’s cologne. I liked it; it helped put me at ease.

He imme­di­ately motioned for my lug­gage to be sent in another direc­tion. We were loaded into an air­port cour­tesy vehi­cle and sped off in the oppo­site direc­tion. I was con­fused, but I would quickly find out that the Greek God had quite a sur­prise in store for me for this date…