The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal by Samantha

Chapter 122

going to ensure that everything fell into place.

As Michael sped down the dimly lit highway towards Club Edge, his mind swirled with thoughts of his plan for Sandra. He tapped his finger impatiently against the wheel, a smirk tugging at his lips as he imagined the night ahead. He had made careful plans, and he was With a glance at his dashboard clock, he realized it was time to check on Sandra. He reached for his phone, pressing her number on speed dial. The phone rang twice before Sandra's sultry voice came through the speaker. "Hey, darling," she answered.

"Are you on your way?" Michael's voice was firm.

Sandra let out a soft laugh. "Of course. I'm already here, waiting for you, as usual. Did you really think I wouldn't show up?"

Michael chuckled, pleased. "Good girl. Just relax; I promise you'll have a good time tonight. You always do, don't you?"

"I'm counting on it," Sandra purred, her voice dripping with the kind of mischief that Michael found irresistible.

"By the way, I got your text. Instead of asking me to meet with you at Club Edge, why didn't you just say we were meeting at the Diamond Edge Hotel?" Sandra asked, and Michael chuckled.

"I thought we should hang out at the club and loosen up before going to the suite. We both know how horny you feel after partying," he said, and she rolled her eyes.

"Well, I'm horny enough already. Can we skip the partying and meet at the suite? I really want to meet Rayna tonight. You know tomorrow is a work day," Sandra said, and Michael shrugged. "Alright. Since you're there already, you can go on up to the suite. I'll be there soon."

"Perfect. I'll grab us some wine and get the party started while I wait," she replied excitedly.

"Do that," he said, smirking. "I'm looking forward to seeing you."

He ended the call with a satisfied nod. Hearing them one would think it were just another night between lovers, but Michael knew this evening was far from ordinary. A plan had been set in motion, and tonight was the night he would follow through with it. Sandra would make everything easy for him, as she always did.

of her car in the club's parking lot and smoothed her dress-a tight, short

the reception, and after getting the keycard to the suite, she requested that a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon

club's top

door to the suite, she swiped the

walked into the suite before the doorbell rang, and the wine

with a smirk after the

wine. As the rich aroma filled her senses, her phone buzzed, and she took it out from her clutch to see a

replied. [Good. I'll join you as soon as I can.

phone back into her clutch, and a pleased chuckle escaped her lips as she tipped the glass to her

the clock, and she saw that Michael would likely arrive soon, she reached into her

inside. The liquid dissolved instantly, leaving no trace behind. Smiling, she returned the vial to her purse and set the bottle of wine down on the table. "Now we wait," she murmured, crossing the room to sit on the plush edge of the bed.

came at the door. Sandra rose and smoothed her dress once

she saw Michael standing there,

said, stepping inside. I thought you were going to be difficult

to kiss him. "I'll always be your girl, Mike. Sorry for the attitude lately... Evelyn's return has been getting under my skin more than I thought possible," she said,

the table where the wine sat, "You

my way of apologizing for what happened earlier. We are a team, Mike. I don't like how things are going between us lately," she said with a pout as she stood in front

with the button of his shirt,

pick up her empty glass. She poured some wine into both their glasses and took a

gestured towards the bathroom before setting

Michael's eyes darkened with intent as he took the opportunity to check on the camera he had installed in the room a while ago to make sure it was on and positioned to capture

apologized for her attitude. He still needed something

took a sip from his glass. The taste was rich and familiar, but he didn't notice the faint bitterness creeping in from the medication Sandra had laced it with. Inside the bathroom, Sandra waited patiently, listening to his movement around the room. She wanted him to drink from the glass and