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.

phone call with Michael, Sandra stepped out of her car in the club's parking lot and smoothed her dress-a tight, short black

keycard to the suite, she

was on the club's top

door to the suite, she swiped the keycard and pushed it open, stepping

the suite before the doorbell rang, and

favorite," she murmured to herself with

minibar, grabbed two glasses, and poured herself a generous serving of wine. As the rich aroma filled her senses, her phone buzzed, and she took it out from her clutch to see a text from Rayna.

I'll join you as soon as I

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

that Michael would likely arrive soon, she

quick swirl before pouring half the contents of the vial 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

later, a knock came at the door. Sandra rose and smoothed her dress once more before striding over to

she saw Michael standing there, his usual

thought you were going to be difficult

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

the table where the wine sat, "You got my favorite wine," he said

are a team, Mike. I don't like how things are going between us lately," she said with

her toy with the

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

gestured towards the bathroom before setting down her

as the door clicked shut, 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 everything that would happen once Sandra returned. He had his own plans tonight-plans she

change them simply because she had apologized for her attitude.

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 for the effect to start