Chapter 125
Michael woke up the following day with a splitting headache. The throbbing in his skull was relentless, like someone had been pounding a hammer against his temples all night. He groaned and sat up slowly, his eyes squinting as the sunlight streamed through the curtains of the suite.
"What the hell happened?" he muttered, rubbing his forehead. The room felt unfamiliar and disjointed. He glanced down and realized he was still fully clothed, his clothes wrinkled from having slept in them. Confusion swirled in his mind as he turned to his side. Sandra was lying beside him on the bed, also fully clothed, her chest rising and falling in deep sleep. Michael's frown deepened. He didn't remember what had happened and why they were both still fully clothed.
He reached out and shook her shoulder gently. "Sandra, wake up."
She didn't stir.
Michael's irritation grew. He shook her harder, this time more aggressively. "Sandra!"
She groaned, her face scrunching up in discomfort as she slowly opened her eyes. "What... what time is it?" she mumbled, her voice groggy.
Michael ignored the question, his mind racing. "How did we end up like this? What the hell happened last night?"
Sandra blinked in confusion, slowly sitting up. "I... I don't know. I have the worst headache," she said, pressing her palm to her forehead.
Michael narrowed his eyes as he stood up from the bed, his gaze sweeping the room. Something didn't add up.
He scanned the suite, his eyes settling on the small hidden camera he had planted in the corner before Sandra had arrived. He quickly retrieved it and plugged it into his phone, his heart pounding as he pulled up the footage.
He fast-forwarded through the video, his brows furrowing as he saw himself sitting on the bed, drinking from the wine while he waited for Sandra to join him. His movements seemed to slow down, and he yawned repeatedly until he dozed off, passing out within minutes of drinking the wine. Michael's jaw tightened as he rewound the footage to the beginning.
There it was Sandra, pouring something into the wine before his arrival. His blood boiled.
Sandra, who had gone
up to shield her eyes from the bright
"You drugged me, didn't you?" He asked as he
she quickly masked her shock with a frown.
me. I just watched the video," Michael snarled, taking out the
video? What video are you talking
video I'm talking about. Answer my damn question! Why did
eyes made her falter. She knew denying it wouldn't work, so she swallowed hard as she quickly tried to fabricate a believable story, "It..... it wasn't what you think. I didn't mean any harm. It was supposed to be an aphrodisiac, not a sedative! I just - I don't know what went wrong." Michael's laugh was humorless. "An aphrodisiac? That's the best you've got? Do
from it, and you left after I passed out." Michael's eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched in disbelief. Sandra looked at
"What's important is why you felt the need to drug me. What were you
tone, "Look, I wasn't planning anything. I just
what your plan was, or else I'm going to
eyes flashed angrily. "Kill me? Why don't you try? Was I the only one here with a plan? What about you? did you plant a camera in here? What was your
with me, Michael
deserve answers, and I don't? You're not my boss. You don't own me. We are doing this together, so quit using that tone on me. I drugged you, so what? Why did you put a camera in here without my knowledge? Were you going to blackmail me with our sex tape or what?" Sandra asked, and Michael frowned as he turned away from her. "This doesn't make any sense," he muttered, walking away from her as he tried to figure out why
you." Sandra's voice was defensive. Michael scoffed, shaking his head. "Well, now I don't trust you either." The room fell into tense silence. They glared at each other, tension simmering between them until Sandra's face suddenly shifted, her frown deepening. "Wait. Did you really have a camera in here?" she asked, her voice sharper now. "Is that how you know everything?" Michael raised an eyebrow. "Why do you care?" Sandra's brow furrowed as a memory surfaced, her headache momentarily forgotten. "I was with Rayna last night, and then Evelyn showed up. I started feeling drowsy, but I don't remember coming back to the room," she
don't remember the details. And I don't remember coming back here either. Did your camera
entered the room. His stomach dropped as the video showed Evelyn bringing Sandra into the room, laying her beside him, and taking photos of
don't remember telling her anything, Michael. I was with Rayna when Evelyn showed up, and after
mind raced as he cursed under his breath again.
Sandra asked, and Michael's
had switched their drinks. Was Rayna in on it, too, or had it been just Evelyn? How did Evelyn know the suite number? "I think we will let her keep the pictures"" Michael said
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