CEO’s Seduction Trap

At eight o’clock, Leila drove to the place Hunter had specified. The adult world is often like this-some things are disgusting, but you have to do them anyway.

As soon as she arrived, her phone buzzed. Leila glanced at the screen and saw a message pop up: [Leila, is Hunter seeing someone behind your back?!]

The message was from Shirley Garcia, Leila’s college friend and close confidante.

Before Leila could reply, Shirley sent another message, this time with a photo. The photo showed Hunter kissing a woman in a parking lot. The lighting was dim, but the picture was clear enough.

Leila opened the photo, zoomed in, and then sent a voice message to Shirley: [We’ve already broken up.]

Shirley responded with two question marks: [??]

Leila: [It’s complicated. I’ll explain later.]

Shirley: [Wait, you broke up but were in a car together last night??]

Leila: [That wasn’t him last night.]

Shirley: […]

Without meeting her, Leila could easily imagine Shirley’s shocked expression.

Leila smirked and sent a final voice message: [I have something to do now. I’ll explain tonight.]

After sending the message, Shirley didn’t ask further and simply replied with an “OK” emoji…

As Leila stepped out of the elevator, she saw Hunter chatting with his boss, Mr. Brown, and Mrs. Brown.

Hunter walked over, placing his arm around her shoulders, and asked, “Why did you get off work so late today?”

Leila played along, “I was held up by a project.”

Mrs. Brown, seeing their closeness, couldn’t help but feel jealous. “Mr. Brooks, you and your fiancee seem to have a great relationship.”

“Of course, we’re even planning our wedding soon,” Hunter said, perfectly playing the part of a devoted fiance.

At that moment, the elevator doors opened again, and Mason walked in with his entourage. Mr. Brown immediately fawned, “Mr. Ramirez, welcome! We’re honored to have you here.”

Hunter quickly stepped forward, “Mr. Ramirez, we met this afternoon, remember? I’m Leila’s fiance.”

Mason ignored him, his gaze briefly sweeping over Leila before he walked in.

Taking his seat, Mason pulled out the chair next to him and said, “Miss Patel, sit here.”

Mr. Brown was surprised, “Miss Patel, you know Mr. Ramirez?”

Leila nodded slightly, “Yes, we discussed a project today. Mr. Ramirez might have some questions for me.” She reluctantly sat down next to Mason.

Mr. Brown personally poured wine for Leila, “Miss Patel, please take care of Mr. Ramirez tonight. He’s not familiar with my team.”

Leila stood up to accept the wine, smiling, “I’ll do my best.”

As the dinner began, people frequently stood to toast Mason.

Perhaps out of respect for Leila, Mason leaned back lazily in his chair, accepting every toast.

After a few drinks, Mr. Brown started to set Mason up.

“Mr. Ramirez, the project I mentioned before is highly profitable.”

“How about we sign the contract today if you have no objections?”

“I even brought the contract with me.”

Mr. Brown stared intently at Mason after speaking.

Mason looked back at him, his long arm naturally resting on the back of Leila’s chair, “Mr. Brown, are you trying to trick me to sign a contract while I’m drunk?”

Mr. Brown was taken aback by Mason’s directness, hesitating for a moment before responding with a smile, “Of course not!”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Mason, looking tipsy but with sharp eyes, said, “I might consider the project Mr. Brown mentioned.”

The conversation then shifted to confidential business matters. Leila excused herself, not wanting to get involved. Feeling frustrated, she decided to get some air in the stairwell.

Upon entering, she immediately heard a burst of intimate and ambiguous voices coming from downstairs.

A woman panted softly, “Be gentle.”

The man’s voice was deliberately low, “Gentle? Does that make you feel good?”

The woman’s voice became even more coquettish, “You’re shameless.”

The man, breathing heavily, asked, “Tell me, does that old guy touch you?”

Both of their voices were distorted by desire.

Leila frowned, having no interest in eavesdropping, and turned to leave.

Just as she opened the door, she bumped into Mason, who reeked of alcohol and had a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

The two locked eyes, but before they could speak, a moan broke the silence from downstairs.

–“Didn’t you say you broke up with Leila?”

–“Why is she here today?”

Leila.

Broke up.

It wasn’t hard to guess who was having an affair downstairs.

Hearing this, Leila kept her hand on the door handle, pretending to stay calm. Mason flicked ash from his cigarette and let out a cold laugh, “Broke up? Miss Patel, I didn’t know you had a hobby of spying on your ex’s affairs.”