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.

Sandra stepped out of her car in the club's parking lot and smoothed her dress-a tight, short black number - before making

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

booked was on the club's top floor, part of the hotel that was reserved for

the suite, she swiped the keycard and pushed it open,

walked into the suite before the doorbell rang, and

with a smirk after the waiter

serving of wine. As the rich aroma filled her senses, her phone buzzed, and she

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

a pleased chuckle escaped her lips as she tipped the glass to her lips

she saw that Michael would likely arrive soon, she reached

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,

at the door. Sandra rose and smoothed

smiled when she saw Michael standing there, his usual confident grin plastered

you were going to be difficult tonight. I'm glad to see you're still my

tiptoe 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, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up at him through her lashes. Michael waved a

wine sat, "You got my favorite wine," he said with

for what happened earlier. We are a team, Mike. I don't like how things are going

watched her toy with the button of his

we drink to it then?" She asked with a smile as she went to pick up her empty glass. She poured some wine into both their glasses and took a little sip from

towards the bathroom before setting down her glass

to check on the camera he had installed in the room a while ago to make sure it was on and positioned to capture everything that would happen once Sandra returned. He had his own plans tonight-plans she didn't need to know

going to change them simply because she had apologized for her attitude. He still needed something he could

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,