Wendy was a sugar baby. She didn't care what other people think about it. She just enjoyed it. But, unlike any other sugar baby, Wendy targeted more on a lonely rich guy who seemed like they actually needed love, rather than an actual sugar daddy, who did it for fun and sex. She used to target sugar daddies before, but later on, she found it a little boring. Nothing much to play with, means nothing much of fun.

Lonely and rich old men, she thought, was fun to play with. They gave her anything she asked, but she could do anything to not to give them what they asked. She could pretend she gave them love, for a while, as some of them asked for, but never for sex. That was the advantage, in her opinion.

As an experienced sugar baby, she knew rich and lonely men when she saw them. So, when she found one that day in a bar, she sat right across the man and flirted with him. It didn't take long before she got the result. The man treated her a drink and tried to talk to her. After a few minutes of a chat, she knew for sure that this man was her potential next victim. And the richest she ever found.

Just like the rest of her victims, Wendy played the man around. Rip out the man's money and gave him nothing in return. Nothing, except looking like she cares. But she was not.

After a while, Wendy thought the man was very patient. Unlike any other men she had played on, her relationship with this man lasted for over 2 months and he never even complained or mad at her for not giving anything in return.

One day the man took her to his penthouse on his private hill. A romantic date, he said. "He's making another effort to get something from me. Good luck", Wendy thought, but she was confident that the man was never gonna get it.

Curious about the man being extremely patient, Wendy asked him about his previous relationships. The man told her that his relationships always fall through. None of them lasted. He even started questioned himself over the fact that most of those girls only wanted his money.

"What happened then? You left them?" Wendy asked. "No. They left me", he replied. Wendy giggled. She found the answer funny. "If you're the one that caught the girls robbed you, it's usually you who left the girls. Not the other way around", she responded. Still giggling.

The wind was strong on the balcony. Wendy was about to ask the man to get her inside the house, when the man replied, "No. Technically speaking, they were the ones who left me. Standing here. On this balcony. All alone". The man grabbed Wendy's waist and pushed her off the balcony. It happened so fast, she barely noticed that she fell. Straight down to the coral below. And washed away by strong waves.