It was all over. After finding out that I had been cheating on him, my boyfriend Lex refused to see me and stopped his money after finding out that I had been secretly dating a sugar daddy, Chad. And at the time, I had no money and no job, since I was on a tourist visa. Plus, I would not have wanted to stay there. Too much had happened too quickly; it was a small island and I just wanted to leave. Lex had acted like I committed the ultimate sin. He wasn’t speaking to me. He wanted nothing to do with me.
When I asked Chad to help pay my bills for a while, I realized that he was fine with spending money, as long as he was getting something in return. But I couldn’t get over the fact that he was married and never told me. I felt so hopeless. I had come to the island to start fresh, but had managed to get myself in a jam after only six months.
Chad and I weren’t the same after the whole incident, but I loved him, and I was hurting, so I kept seeing him. One night, while his wife and kids were on vacation, we ended up back at his place. He had just put on a major show with some international artist and he had a great turnout—the show was a huge success. He and I were still rocky, but for that one night, we enjoyed ourselves at the show. When I told him that I wanted to leave, he told me to wait until he had organized for everything to be sorted in his absence.
On the drive back, I realized he wasn’t going in the direction of my place; he was taking me to his house. I had vowed never to do that, but that night we made love in every room of the house—it was bittersweet. After my ex Keith, Chad was the only man that had been able to satisfy me sexually. I loved his company and I loved almost everything about him. I could forgive him for not telling me about his wife or even hitting on my friend. Not that my self-esteem was that low, but it’s just that over the years, my heart had become hard to a lot of things that ordinary women might not tolerate.
We left in the morning before his neighbors saw me. I knew he was in love with me, too, and he did care about me, but I also knew that he would never have left his wife.
Money had become slow. Chad seemed to be fine with the fancy wining and dining, but he wasn’t the kind of man to just give me money to pay my bills. When I realized that my only option was to go back home, I asked him to purchase my ticket and he refused. I don’t know if he said no because he didn’t want me to go, but his refusal angered me. That night, I saw him in a completely different light.
I found out I was pregnant, and no one else knew except my dad. I was going to tell Chad, but after I had asked him for the money, our relationship took an ugly turn. I threatened to tell his wife about our affair and about the night I slept in her bed while she and the kids were away. I told him that I would tell her the color of their bedroom walls bed linen; I would tell her details that I could only know because I was there. He was shocked and demanded to see me right away…