I didn’t need a sugar daddy; I wanted one. I am a working mum of two children, now eight and four, with two beauty businesses of my own which had already earnt me a fair amount of financial success. But I was – am - ambitious for more. A financial leg up from an attentive, successful man was appealing.
John, Zena's third sugar daddy, was 52 and exchanged, among other perks, the following items with Zena:
- Vivienne Westwood jewelry
- Designer Fendi
- A Chanel bag on Mother’s Day
But what Zena liked to exchange the most was money. She even "[...] opened a separate ‘sugar daddy’ account so he could make direct payments."
While the luxuries were lovely, it was John’s gifts of money that excited me the most. Every now and again, he’d secretly ring ahead at the beauty salon where I’d go for my cosmetic treatments and put £500 on account. In lockdown, he knew I was having cash flow problems and gifted me £5,000 to inject into my business.
His most significant and generous payment was towards my first home. On our first date, I mentioned I had found a four-bedroom house to buy and was saving for the £20,000 deposit. When I told him I had managed to save half, he surprised me with the most generous offer ever. [Emphasis added]
At some point I’ll want to stop being a sugar baby, but making money is my main priority right now.
Zena even said that John "always insisted" on giving her money, because it made him "happy", which made it "easier to accept." It appears that Zena is confused about what it John was referring to. But she did share that: "Sex with John felt natural after a few dates [...]" She's a natural.
And like Demi Moore's mom, Zena's mom was in on it too. (Note: Zena' s dad cheated on her mum with a young woman - a whopping 40 years younger.)
Still, today, the only person who knows about our relationship is my mum, as she looks after my kids when I’m away.
Lastly, Zena opined: "I wasn’t a prostitute." Really? #semantics
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