The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal by Samantha

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.

shook Sandra, who had gone back to sleep, awake again, his voice a low growl. "Sandra, wake up.

to shield her eyes from the bright light. "What's your

problem?" Michael's voice was sharp as a blade. "You drugged me,

masked her shock with a frown. "What are you talking

play dumb with me. I just watched the video," Michael snarled, taking out the vial from her purse.

talking about?"

talking about. Answer my damn question! Why did you put

quickly tried to fabricate a believable story, "It..... it wasn't what you think. I didn't mean

out." Michael's eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched in disbelief. Sandra looked at him incredulously. "Did you really set up a video recorder in here?" she asked, her voice laced

important is why you

tone, "Look, I wasn't planning

what your plan was, or else I'm going to kill you

"Kill me? Why don't you try? Was I the only one here with a plan? What about you? did

with

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

a choice! It was easier than just saying no. I don't trust you." Sandra's voice was defensive. Michael scoffed, shaking his head. "Well, now I don't trust you either."

I don't remember coming back here either. Did your camera catch that?" she asked,

taking photos of them before leaving. Sandra's

her head frantically. "I don't remember telling her anything, Michael. I was with Rayna when Evelyn showed up, and after that,

and his mind raced as he cursed under his breath again. "We need

supposed to get them from Evelyn?" Sandra

their drinks. Was Rayna in on it, too, or