This was the first time you’d ever been to Wanda’s house, despite knowing her for 3 months now as a sugar baby.

Wanda lived in Staten Island, New York. One would think that a CEO of a charity company wouldn’t be rich but that wasn’t true. Her house wasn’t huge but it was decently big.

You knocked nervously and she opened the door. Wow. Her recently dyed brown hair fell around her face in soft waves and she had that kind smile on her face. Her lips were painted a sort of neutral pink from her colored chapstick she wore. She was wearing sweatpants and a comfy looking cashmere sweater.

“C’mon in. I’m glad you could come by,” she said gently. She never raised her voice at you.