The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal by Samantha

Chapter 119

Lunch with Derek had gone better than Sandra expected. She could feel his interest in her growing, and that gave her a smug sense of victory. Evelyn was nothing compared to her, and she was going to prove that to everyone. With thoughts of her successful lunch still swirling in her head, Sandra pushed open the door to Michael's office.o The sight that greeted her brought her to a sudden, jolting stop.

Michael was leaning against his desk, his hands buried in his secretary's hair as they kissed, completely unaware of her presence.

The shock held her frozen in place for a moment, and then her irritation surged. "What the hell is going on here?" Sandra demanded, and his secretary jerked back, her face paling slightly as she saw Sandra standing in the doorway. Michael straightened immediately, brushing down his suit as if to restore some semblance of professionalism "Sandra" he started, his voice

smooth, but there was an edge of irritation underneath it. "I see you're back from your date."

The secretary, flustered and red-faced, hastily gathered her things and scurried out of the office, avoiding Sandra's furious glare.

Once they were alone, Sandra's hands went to her hips, her eyes blazing with disbelief. "What do you think you're doing with your Secretary?"

Michael sat at the edge of his desk, his expression darkening as he squared off with her. "That's rich coming from you," he sneered. "I should be asking you the same thing. Why were you with Derek, and why didn't you tell me about it first?" Sandra's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a scornful smile. "Oh, so that's what this is about? You're upset that I went to lunch with Derek?" She took a step closer, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're the one who told me to focus on him, remember? I told you I wanted him to accompany me to the reunion, didn't I? How else was I supposed to make that happen if I don't clear the air with him and spend time with him?"

Michael's jaw clenched, "We had an agreement. You're supposed to tell me about every move you make. Were you going to tell me about your lunch had I not seen the both of you together?"

me what I want to know, Michael. Why the hell were you making out with your secretary? Or should I even bother asking? Perhaps this isn't the first time, and you've been doing it

gaze head-on, his eyes cold. "I told you I wanted you. When was the last time we had sex? You know how sexually active I am. I needed to relieve myself. I asked to meet tonight, and you came up with some silly excuse about meeting Rayna. What did

was bitter, disbelief clouding her features. "Relieve yourself? Are you kidding me, Michael? Is that supposed to be your excuse?" She shook her head, disgust evident in

think I'm just going to go along with this? That after what I just saw, I'll meet you

grabbing her arm roughly. His grip was tight enough to hurt, his voice low and menacing.

to tolerate

fury. "I thought you had better taste, Michael," she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "But clearly, you don't. I'm disappointed in you," she said as she tried to wrench her arm free, but Michael's grip

in you? Do you really think your attitude since your first date with Derek has gone unnoticed by me? Don't get any ideas about double-crossing me,

chest heaving as she tried to contain the rage coursing through her. "You don't get

said, his voice deadly calm as he grabbed her neck with

meeting at 7PM,"

your meeting with her or

meet with her after I'm done with you. I don't care. If you don't show up tonight, consider our arrangement off. And I'll proceed with my plans without you. You'll be cut off from everything." Sandra's mouth tightened into a thin line, "Since when have you become

over her. "Since you started giving me a reason to doubt you. Seven o'clock," he repeated as he let go of her neck and arm. "Don't make me regret

Sandra turned on her heel and stormed out of