Chapter 202 Enjoying a Man's Care
Michael was hugging the toilet, puking his guts out in the bathroom.
Calla walked over and gently patted his back. "Michael, why'd you drink so much? And that Elizabeth! It's her party, why'd she let you get this wasted? She's totally trying to mess with you!"
Michael waved her off, signaling her to zip it.
He splashed some water on his face and stood up.
Calla noticed his shirt was all wet and splotchy.
"Michael, your shirt's a mess. Take it off. I'll go grab you a new one," she said.
Michael glanced down at his clothes, then obediently peeled off his shirt and handed it to Calla.
She took it and gave him a once-over.
He was really hammered. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was flushed.
He looked at Calla with a confused expression, like he didn't even recognize her.
"Who are you? Where's Elizabeth?" he asked.
Calla nearly ground her teeth to dust hearing him still thinking about Elizabeth.
Elizabeth again!
Calla swallowed her anger and pretended to be cool. "Michael, Elizabeth's still drinking. Didn't she tell you to rest here?"
Michael nodded. "Yeah, Elizabeth told me to rest here. She went to collect gifts."
Calla didn't want to hear Elizabeth's name ever again.
She had bigger plans tonight.
She wasn't about to forget why she came looking for Michael this time—to successfully sleep with him!
Even if it was just pretending to sleep with him, that'd be fine!
She helped Michael to the bed and sat him down. "Michael, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"
Michael shook his head. "No," he said, staring at her blankly.
Calla tried to help him lie down.
Michael resisted, shouting, "What are you doing?"
Calla didn't expect him to fight back even when drunk. "Michael, you need to lie down to rest properly."
Michael nodded. "Yeah. Rest."
He kicked off his shoes and lay down.
Calla pulled the blanket over him.
Michael stared at her with wide eyes. "What are you doing now?"
"I'm covering you with the blanket. You're not wearing a shirt, and if you fall asleep without a blanket, you'll catch a cold," Calla explained.
Michael pressed her hand down, his voice cold. "I don't need your help. I can do it myself."
Calla stopped, standing by the bed, looking at Michael.
Even drunk, he didn't want her touching him, let alone make love with her.
Calla took a deep breath and made up her mind.
She pulled a bottle of water out of her bag, opened it in front of Michael, and handed it to him. "Michael, you just puked, your stomach must be upset. Have some water."
Michael took it without a second thought and drank.
He didn't see the triumphant smile on Calla's face as she stood with her arms crossed!
The potion Anthony gave her was already mixed into the water before she came to the hotel.
Anthony told her the potion would take twenty minutes to kick in.
Once it did, the person who took it had to have sex ASAP, or there was a risk of a cerebral hemorrhage.
But during the twenty minutes before the potion kicked in, Calla didn't dare stay in the room.
She was scared Michael would catch on to her plan.
If he figured something was up and decided to go to the hospital to get his stomach pumped, all her efforts would be for nothing.
Not only that, but she'd also have to deal with his suspicion and disgust.
If she came back after ten minutes, everything would seem more natural.
After drinking the water, Michael lay down again.
Calla tentatively called out to him, "Michael, I need to step out for a bit. Your shirt's ruined, so I'll go buy you a new one."
Michael didn't say a word, just breathed heavily.
Calla checked the time and left the room.
A cold smile played on her lips.
She thought to herself, 'Michael, you better wait for me to come back. By then, not only will you not drive me away, but you'll also beg me to stay! I can't wait to see you unable to resist me!'
She laughed coldly and left the hotel.
The driver took her to a men's clothing store.
Back in the room, Michael woke up from the heat.
He sat up in bed, lifted the blanket, and went to the bathroom to wash his face. With a sudden moment of clarity, he frowned at his bare upper body and glanced around, spotting his wet shirt casually draped over the sofa.
He remembered that Elizabeth had brought him to the room. So, was it Elizabeth who helped him take off his clothes?
He couldn't remember anything, so he called Daniel, "Daniel, I'm in room V2801. Bring me a shirt."
Daniel was surprised to get a call from Michael, especially one asking for a shirt.
Daniel's curiosity was piqued. "Mr. Thomas, may I ask, did someone tear your shirt?"
Michael replied irritably, "Just hurry up! My shirt is wet."
Daniel pulled David over. "Come on, accompany me to bring Michael a shirt."
Daniel went to the car to get Michael's spare shirt and brought it up to him.
In the room, Michael changed into the shirt.
He casually asked David, "What gift did your girlfriend give Elizabeth that was so mysterious?"
David suddenly looked very uneasy. He said to Daniel, "Daniel, I think I have something to do. I need to go."
With that, he headed for the door.
Michael grabbed him back. "At first, I didn't think much of it. But now that you're trying to run away, it's clear there's something up. So, tell me, what exactly is the gift?"
David stomped his foot. "I already told her, this gift is inappropriate!"
Michael and Daniel said in unison, "What is it?"
David covered his face, giving up the struggle. "Gigolo."
Michael and Daniel's eyes widened simultaneously. "What?"
Michael grabbed David's shoulder tightly, his eyes red. "What did you say? What gift did Sarah give Elizabeth? Gigolo?"
David didn't dare to look up at him. "Sarah took Elizabeth to the Sky Entertainment Club. There are many top-notch gigolos there. Sarah said she wanted Elizabeth to relax and enjoy some male attention."
He seemed to think of something and quickly grabbed Michael's sleeve. "Michael, the gigolos there can only be looked at and touched."
Before he could finish, Michael had already shaken him off and stormed out of the room.
David and Daniel quickly followed him and took the elevator down together.
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