I love my sugar daddy

I became a sugar baby because I needed money to pay for the lifestyle I want. Truth be told, grew up poor and there came a time in my life when I realized that I have really stunning looks. I figured that this could help me to get the things I could never afford.

Eventually I decided to try out sugar daddy online dating to capitalise on my looks. So I signed up with my-sugar-daddy.co.uk – and within a month I was dating this fabulously rich guy who owned his own business and who traveled all over the world. Although we immediately connected, the whole thing initially remained platonic. I never dreamed that one day I would hear myself say: “l love my sugar daddy.”

Things got out of hand though. After we had been going out for three months Jacques (my sugar daddy) took me on a one-week trip to the Greek Islands. And one later afternoon, as we sat on the beach watching the sun set, I suddenly realized that l love my sugar daddy.The realization that l love my sugar daddy was a confusing and rather shocking experience. Something like falling pregnant in high school. Having a sugar daddy, after all, has nothing to do with love. It’s about two people with shared interests who DO NOT want the complications of a romantic relationship.

I love my sugar daddy

At first I decided that there’s no way on earth that I am going to tell anyone that I l love my sugar daddy. But as time went on, the burden became too much for one person. Here I was, convinced that l love my sugar daddy. However, he gave no indications that he felt the same way. He was charming all right, and always treated me like a lady. Nevertheless, I suspected I was not the only girl in his life. So I decided to tell my best friend Mary that l love my sugar daddy. She already knew him personally. Once she and her boyfriend went out with us once or twice, but she never suspected that l love my sugar daddy. She thought it was only a normal sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship.

Mary advised me to end the relationship with Jacques immediately. She warned me that if I didn’t do that, I would eventually be the one that gets hurt. It made some sense, so I decided to break up with Jacques the next Saturday night when we would be dining at an expensive restaurant overlooking the beach.

Saturday night came and I dreaded what was to happen next. I must have been unusually quiet, because at one stage Jacques asked me what was wrong. And then I blurted out everything, how I entered this relationship because he has money, and how I never expected to end up saying “l love my sugar daddy.” – and how we had to end this right now.At that moment he told me to stop talking. I clearly remember the sun was just disappearing below the horizon when he took my hands in his and said: “Michelle, I fell in love with you the moment I met you. I never want to be without you again.”