She had tearfully confided in me about her anguish, urging me to uncover the identity of his mysterious lover.
Since diving into this industry, I had ridden high on waves of success, hitting every mark without fail. But Michael... he's a mystery I couldn't crack.
He sipped wine after wine, his cheeks gradually flushing crimson.
"Ms. White, you remind me of someone I knew before," he said, his gaze piercing.
"And who would that be?" I asked.
He chuckled, handing me a glass of wine, urging me to take a sip.
Without a second thought, I gulped down the drink, my usual confidence in handling alcohol unwavering.
But the moment it coursed through me, my world turned fuzzy.
As Michael neared, the alarm bells in my mind rang relentelessly. I sensed something was off with the drink. Then, before I could grasp what was happening, consciousness slipped away.
In a daze, I heard someone whispering my name in my ear, "Haze, I love you."
As I woke up again, my head pounding, I found myself lying next to a man with his back exposed.
Michael!?
My mind raced and I quickly grabbed some clothes nearby, preparing to make a run for it.
At that moment, Michael stretched leisurely, rolled over and pinned me down.
"Mr. Shaw! What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!" I demanded, teeth clenched in frustration.
He pinned down my arms and legs, teasingly remarking, "Hazel, you weren't so resistant last night."
Before I could react, his lips pressed against mine.
Caught off guard and wide-eyed, I was at a loss for words when Valerie swung open the door and entered.
The tension in the room was palpable in that instant.
Valerie's voice lowered sharply, "What on earth are you two doing?"
Michael showed no signs of stopping. I bit down hard on his lip and he chuckled softly before letting me go.
"What are we doing? Can't Mrs. Shaw figure it out?" He pulled the blanket over my shoulders. "After all, as Ms. White pointed out, I have a knack for taking my time."
He emphasized my earlier nonsensical remarks deliberately.
Valerie stared at me, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Then, all at once, she exploded. Grabbing a glass, she hurled it straight at my head.
"You filthy whore! You'll sneak into anyone's bed, huh?! I'll gut you out!"
My forehead throbbed with pain as I clutched it, almost fleeing in sheer shock.
Meanwhile, Michael remained silent, not saying another word.