Carrie couldn’t stand Sherilyn, but she had to admit, this Karol was no angel!
With a master keycard in her possession, Karol had bribed her to sneak into Gilbert’s room and light a special kind of incense.
But this was no ordinary scent; it was laced with pheromones and hallucinogens!
Where Karol had gotten such a sketchy item, Carrie had no clue.
Carrie chuckled darkly to herself.
She could just picture it: Gilbert inhaling that aroma, and then Karol making her move. How could he resist?
The look on Sherilyn’s face if she found out her friend hooked up with her man? Priceless.
“Serves her right!”
Remembering the fine she had to pay because of Sherilyn, Carrie felt a rush of schadenfreude.
“Stealing from Caroline only to be stolen from… it’s karma, right?”
“Sherilyn, just wait until you’re crying your eyes out!”
Meanwhile, Karil was daydreaming outside the room, lost in her fantasies…
By tonight, she’d be Gilbert’s woman, and soon after, she’d have everything she ever wanted!
No, she’d reclaim what was always hers!
Gilbert was supposed to be hers from the start!
This was fate lending her a hand!
The stars had aligned: Gilbert was here, Carrie happened to work at the hotel, and Sherilyn was tied up with a night shoot…
It seemed the universe was on her side!
…
“Sherilyn, the night shoot got canned!”
Sherilyn was gearing up for her next scene when Naomi burst in, excited to pack up.
“Canceled?”
Sherilyn was baffled. “That can’t be right.”
Why would they cancel a perfectly good shoot?
“It’s true!”
Naomi handed Sherilyn her phone, showing her the group message.
“But why cancel all of a sudden?”
“Turns out Mr. Marshall and Blake got plastered.”
That was the reason?
Naomi, packing up, suddenly paused and gave Sherilyn a nudge.
“What’s up?”
Sherilyn was puzzled but then saw Gilbert approaching with a grin, “Sherilyn.” “Why are you still here…”
Before she could finish, Gilbert was at her side, hugging her without a word.
“Hey! Gilbert!” Sherilyn frowned, trying to push him away, “Back off!”
“My head’s spinning.” Gilbert mumbled, leaning on her, “Just let me lean on you for a bit.”
Up close, Sherilyn could smell the alcohol on him.
She guessed, “Did you drink with Mr. Marshall and Blake?”
“Yeah.”
“How much did you guys have?”
He reeked of booze!
“Just a bit too much.” Gilbert
passed out cold, nonet
chuckled softly, “Mr. Marshall
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“So…”
Sherilyn eyed him, “Did you get him drunk on purpose?”
“Yep.”
down.
Odded, then shook his
but I was also feeling
You keep pushing me away, it hurts. Drank too much…”
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Looking pitiful, “You always ignore me, it makes me sad. My head’s spinning, and it hurts. Touch face, it’ll make it better.”
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Sherilyn: …
What kind of logic was that?
Since when does a face rub cure a hangover?