CEO’s Seduction Trap

Mason smiled, his voice deep and low. “Daniel, get out.”

Hearing Mason dismiss him, Daniel felt like he had just received a pardon. He nodded at Leila and quickly hurried out.

The office was left with only Leila and Mason.

Seeing Mason’s mischievous grin, Leila took a deep breath and approached him, getting straight to the point. “What are you playing at?”

Mason knowingly asked, “What?”

Leila’s tone turned cold. “Mason.”

Seeing that Leila was genuinely angry, Mason spoke in a low voice. “You repeatedly pretend, not to acknowledge me, yet you won’t allow me to complain on my social media?”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Leila stared back at him. “You’re not complaining, you’re doing it on purpose.”

Mason didn’t deny it. “Hmm, I’m doing it on purpose.”

Leila, “Do you know…”

Leila wanted to say “Do you know how much trouble it would cause if someone from the company finds out it’s me,” but Mason interrupted her with a voice.

“Leila, you have to acknowledge me as your boyfriend.”

Mason finished, took Leila’s hand, slowly put his slender fingers into her fingers, and then suddenly clenched it, holding hands with her.

Although it was just a simple intimate matter, Mason did it very erotically.

Leila’s body stiffened slightly, unconsciously stepped back.

Mason followed closely, pressed her against the desk, naturally stood a leg between her legs, bowed his head and kissed her lip corner, saying, “I have already sent, what should I do?”

“You… Don’t go too far.”

Mason laughed, “Hmph, I wouldn’t dare do anything too much again.”

At seven thirty in the evening, Leila appeared at a high-end restaurant with a group of people from the project department. Tonight she’s treating her team members to dinner. Including Leila, there were a total of eleven people in the project department, and a private room was just enough to accommodate them.

During the gap between ordering food, Leila got up and made a phone call to Dasha in the hallway.

After the call, Leila turned around and was about to return to the private room, several people walking towards her.

In the middle of the group was Mason, wearing a black shirt and trousers, with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms and wristwatch.

Mason’s companions included a man Leila didn’t recognize. He stood out with his impeccable suit and crew cut, yet adorned with a python tattoo creeping up his neck under the collar.

The man leaned towards Mason with a low, solemn voice, “Was that girl you posted about Jennifer?”

Mason didn’t give a direct answer. Instead, he smirked in Leila’s direction and chuckled, “Guess.”

“Guess?” the man repeated.

Mason chuckled and saw that Leila didn’t want to talk to him. He pretended not to know and brushed past her.

As Mason and his group strode by, the door to Leila’s private room suddenly swung open. A young woman poked her head out, smiling coyly upon seeing Leila. “Miss Patel, what would you like to eat? I’ll order for you.”

Mid-sentence, the woman noticed Mason and froze, her smile stiffening as she straightened up. “Boss.”

“Mm,”

Leila, follow the little girl into the private room.

Joshua stood up and raised his glass to Leila. “Miss Patel, here’s to you. May your future be bright and prosperous.”

Leila remained seated, lifting her glass to clink with Joshua’s. Following his lead, others began to toast her as well.

After downing ten glasses, Leila excused herself and walked out of the private room towards the restroom.

Although the private room had its own restroom, Leila wanted to step out for some fresh air. Truth be told, she wasn’t fond of crowded, noisy environments. A short while was tolerable, but prolonged exposure made her feel restless.

Upon exiting the private room, she headed down the hallway to the restroom at the end. As she approached, she spotted Mason coming out from inside. Clearly, he had indulged in a few drinks too, with his shirt collar unbuttoned slightly, revealing a hint of muscle. Water droplets glistened on his neck, adding to his irresistibly sexy appearance…

Several women nearby eyed him with interest.

Leila paused in her tracks, she was still processing when a woman who had been eyeing Mason approached him boldly.

The woman wore a black spaghetti strap dress, showcasing her well-endowed figure.

“Hey handsome, alone?” she flirted.

Mason gave her a piercing glance, unfazed by Mason’s cold demeanor, the woman leaned closer towards him, “How about we exchange contact info?”

Mason frowned impatiently, “If you don’t want to disappear from Neo City, stay away from me.”

Upon hearing Mason’s words, the woman first paused, then realizing he wasn’t joking, her expression changed slightly. She quickly walked away.

As she approached Leila, Leila overheard her muttering,

“I wonder if he’s crazy. If he doesn’t want to, just say, why threatening?”

Mason’s voice when talking to women was neither high nor low, and it happened to be heard by everyone present.

Those who had been eager a moment ago now all turned away with disdain.

After everyone had dispersed, Mason finally noticed Leila standing by the door.

The two locked eyes, but neither said a word as they passed each other like strangers.

Whether intentional or not, in that brief passing, Leila felt her pinky finger brushed by him.

Entering the restroom, Leila heard two women outside discussing in low voices.

“That man just now is really handsome.”

“Too bad he’s not someone you can hook up with.”

“A guy like him surely doesn’t lack female company.”

The more they discussed, the more excited they became. Leila thought to herself that this man seemed to be popular wherever he went. Without actively seeking attention, women naturally flocked to him.

After using the restroom, Leila walked to the communal sink to wash her hands. She didn’t want to return too quickly, so she washed slowly.

As she exited the restroom and passed by a private room, the door suddenly opened, and a hand reached out, pulling her inside.

With recent unexpected events, Leila was initially frightened.

But as she was pressed against the wall and caught a whiff of a blend of fruit and whisky, her tense nerves instantly relaxed.

The room was pitch dark. Leila’s voice softened, “Mason.”

Mason’s large hand rested on her waist, gently caressing, “Drunk?”

“And you?” she replied.

Mason’s voice husky, “Had a bit.”

“I don’t believe you,” Leila said.

Mason chuckled lowly, his hand now resting on her hip, then lightly pressing forward, “How long were you watching that other woman flirt with me?”

Leila didn’t lie, “From start to finish.”

Mason asked, “Was it enjoyable?”

“Honestly? Not really. It lacked that thrill of anticipation.”

Despite having had a drink, Leila’s mind was clear.

After saying this, she noticed Mason’s eyes darken slightly.

“I suddenly feel like maintaining this kind of relationship with you wouldn’t be bad,” Leila said.

Mason couldn’t understand why Leila would suddenly say that.

The next moment, Leila’s hand hooked onto his shirt collar and pulled him down, “You’re the CEO of The Ramirez Group, young, wealthy, and handsome. Having someone like you as a lover, I wouldn’t be losing out.”

Upon hearing her words, Mason lowered his head, pinched her chin, and half-closed his eyes, asking, “A lover?”

“Isn’t that right?”

Between them, it’s unclear who started it first, the alcohol too strong, the desire too intense.

Mason’s hand pressing on her hip was a clear indication.

By the time Leila realized, her skirt was taken off.

Leila’s legs went weak, “Mason.”

Mason pinched her chin, and kissed her.

After the kiss, he chuckled softly at her, whose eyes were turning red, “Leila, don’t act like this, I haven’t done anything yet.”

Leila could barely stand firm, relying on gripping his arm tightly, “Mason.”

Mason used his fingertips to tuck her hair behind her ear, lowering his head close to her ear, “Tell me you want me.”

Mason’s voice was low, husky, and naturally lazy, undoubtedly a potent catalyst in moments like these.

Leila trembled, but remained silent.

Mason teased her, “Come on, say it.”

Leila’s eyelashes fluttered, sweats forming on her nose.

Seeing her struggle, Mason goaded her, “Since you can’t resist, why not…”

Mason’s words trailed off as Leila spoke up, “I want you.”

Leila’s voice carried desire, coy but not cloying, it’s seductive.

Mason’s eyes darkened again, he didn’t respond, instead unbuckling his belt, forcefully pulling down her underwear, and thrusting into her…

He lowered his head and said fiercely in her ear, “Leila, even if we’re lovers, I must be the only one. You provoked me. If you dare to provoke anyone else…”

“I’ll kill you.”

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