Cattleya’s POV
"Let me open the wine first," I whispered, smiling at him and pushing him down on the bed. "I bet you'd like to drink some wine..."
"Yes, please..." he said.
I went over to the table, opened the wine bottle, and poured the wine into the glass. Yesterday, I messed around with the wine and mixed it with something—a sleeping pill that had enough drugs to make him feel sleepy and dizzy in just five minutes.
I sat on his lap and handed the glass to him.
He gulped down the wine in his throat.
As I began to strip down, his eyes followed my every move, a mix of desire and lust. Then he leaned forward, his hand reaching out to my shoulder. And his breath was hot against my skin as he whispered, "You're so beautiful..."
His gaze lingered on my face, and he couldn't resist th
