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.

second thought, he marched back to the bed and roughly shook Sandra, who had gone back to sleep, awake again, his voice a low growl. "Sandra, wake up.

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

problem?" Michael's voice was sharp as a blade. "You drugged me, didn't you?" He asked as he

masked her shock with

just watched the video," Michael snarled, taking out the vial from her purse. "You put

you talking

I'm talking about. Answer my damn question! Why did you put something

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

clenched in disbelief. Sandra looked at him incredulously. "Did you really set up a video recorder in here?" she asked, her voice

not important," Michael shot back. "What's important is why you felt the need to drug me. What were you

his tone, "Look, I wasn't planning

the crap and tell me exactly what your plan was, or else I'm going to

here with a plan? What about you? did you

with me,

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 she drugged

surprise, but his glare didn't waver. "What? And you thought drugging me was the best solution?" Sandra b Sandra brushed a brushed her hair out of her face, "You were pressuring me, and I didn't know what else to do! You threatened to cut me off our arrangement; I didn't have 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." 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 said, mixing up the truth with lies

coming back here either. Did your camera catch that?" she asked, and Michael's anger turned

Sandra entered the room. His stomach dropped as the video showed Evelyn bringing Sandra into the room, laying her beside him, and taking photos of them before leaving. Sandra's eyes widened as she leaned in to see, and she

telling her anything, Michael. I was with Rayna when Evelyn showed up, and after that, it's a

his mind raced as he cursed under his breath again.

from Evelyn?" Sandra asked, and Michael's jaw

as she kept wondering how and when Evelyn 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""