After I realized that I wasn’t the only younger woman my sugar daddy, Michael, had wined and dined, I decided I needed to take a step back from the relationship. I got home after my last bad date with Michael feeling less than pleased. I happened to come across a guy’s number in my old work bag. His name was Keegan, and he had incessantly tried to get me to call him, until I finally quit my job at the bar. In a moment of indiscretion, I sent him a text message and he replied right away.
I tossed my old work bag in the trash and went to take a shower. I didn’t know what to say to Keegan, so I sent him my e-mail address and asked for him to send me the training material we’d discussed. Before I passed out for the night, the material was already waiting in my inbox. “Wow, he’s really eager to please me,” I thought to myself. It was probably just to get in my pants, but at that point, I wouldn’t have minded.
I asked if Keegan would mind chatting with me online for a while, maybe over webcam or Skype. And so it began—we chatted and talked online for quite some time, and he actually made me feel happier than I had in a while. He helped me study and he didn’t ask for anything in return. We became quick friends, as we surprisingly had a lot in common. Keegan really was a true gentleman.
During this time, I continued seeing Michael, too. I decided not to move in with him, despite his generous offer. He was a little sad about it, but ultimately, it became the best decision, because he had already started seeing another girl after I started questioning him about his occasional erectile dysfunction. I suppose because I’d acknowledged it, it bothered him. So, we started seeing each other a little less, which was a good thing, because I was so exhausted.
One morning, Michael called unusually early. I answered hesitantly, and before even saying hello, he said, “Pack your bags, we’re going on a trip for the weekend and we leave right now. So get ready and I will be by to pick you up in the limo. It’s going to be a four-hour drive, so be prepared.”
“Where are we going? And why the limo?” I asked, still half asleep.
“I’ll tell you all about it when I get there, and the limo because you don’t like to fly,” he said quickly before hanging up.
I was so confused. Was this his way of being spontaneous? I didn’t have any plans for the weekend and just needed to bring two books to study, so I went along with the plan. I wasn’t sure what to pack, so I took mostly casual clothing and one fancy outfit.
Not too long after I got off the phone, Michael pulled up in the limo, as promised. As usual, he sent the driver to come get me and my bags. As I slid into the limo with my books and purse, Michael asked, “Do you like baseball?”
“Well, hello to you, too,” I said bluntly. “Where are we going?”
“I just bought a baseball team and we are going to go check them out!” He was so excited, like a kid in a candy store. It was hard not to smile when he was this happy; it was infectious.
Once we arrived at the hotel we retreated to our room. Thankfully, Michael had rented a suite with two master bathrooms. I needed some time to myself to prepare…