CEO’s Seduction Trap

Leila was about to explain when a group of people appeared nearby, looking for Mason.

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“Where’s Mr. Ramirez?”

“Hurry, find Mr. Ramirez. We’ve got the evening’s events all set up.”

Despite the calls, Mason stood still. Leila, hearing the voices getting closer, made a split-second decision and pulled him into the stairwell.

Leila’s hand was cool, Mason’s hand was hot. The contrast was striking.

As the door closed, Mason dropped his cigarette. Before Leila could explain, Mason grabbed her chin and kissed her.

Leila was momentarily stunned, then struggled. Mason pressed her against the wall, pinning her legs with his, deepening the kiss.

Leila had also been drinking tonight. Not much, but enough for the alcohol to make her feel a bit weak.

Mason, one hand on her waist, the other brushing her hair aside, murmured, “Miss Patel, wanna?”

Leila looked up at him, “If I say no, will you let me go?”

Mason’s smile grew wider, “Your boyfriend is cheating on you, don’t you want to get back at him?”

They remained in a tense, intimate standoff.

Downstairs, the couple continued their affair, their actions becoming more brazen.

Hunter’s voice was tinged with excitement, “Baby, why are you getting so sensitive? You’re so wet, so tight…”

Mrs. Brown teased, “Stop, someone might hear us from upstairs.”

Hunter mocked, “Doesn’t that make it more exciting? I know-you love being heard, the more people the better.”

Mrs. Brown moaned, pushing at Hunter, “No, I don’t.”

Hunter, “You do.”

Hunter’s movements intensified, his words becoming filthier, “What if the people upstairs hear you and can’t resist coming down to join us?”

Mrs. Brown panted, “No, I only want you…”

Hunter, “Slut, you say no but your body is more honest Just touch yourself and see how wet you are when hearing someone might join us.”

Leila had known Hunter for a long time, but she had never seen this side of him. Under Mason’s amused gaze, she turned her head to the side.

Mason chuckled, his grip tightening on her waist. “So, you like this kind of thing?”

Leila glared at him, her expression a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Mason, eyes full of amusement, said in a low voice, “Well, what should we do? I don’t like being watched or heard. But if you really like this kind of excitement, I can try to accommodate you.”

There was a breeze in the stairwell. It wasn’t harsh, but enough to clear one’s mind.

Leila didn’t know how Mason managed to maintain a composed and serious expression while saying such provocative things, each word tempting her to make a mistake.

Leila tried to stay calm, “Mr. Ramirez, you should drink less.”

“Why?”

Leila coldly replied, “Too much alcohol can damage the brain, leading to delusions.”

Mason chuckled, “Miss Patel, you know so much.”

Then, Mason leaned close to Leila’s ear and said, “Your boyfriend is impotent. I saw him take two pills in the room earlier.”

Leila’s ears turned red at his words.

As soon as Mason finished speaking, the two people downstairs stopped their activities.

Hunter adjusted his suit pants and asked in a low voice, “Did he mention who’s up for promotion next quarter?”

Mrs. Brown replied, “No, he didn’t.”

Hunter sounded impatient, “If he didn’t say, couldn’t you ask?”

Mrs. Brown tugged at Hunter’s tie, “Do you think I dare to ask? He already suspects I’m having an affair.”

Hunter scoffed, “He can’t satisfy you and he doesn’t let you find someone who can?”

Mrs. Brown leaned into Hunter, clearly wanting more.

Hunter, noticing her intent, slid his hand under her skirt. “Find out who’s on the promotion list when you go back.”

“What? You want a promotion?”

Hunter had risen from a regular employee to vice president in just five years at Ascend Group. This was a position most of his peers couldn’t even dream of. But human desire is endless.

Hunter’s hand moved between her legs, rubbing her intimately. “Shouldn’t I be promoted? I help the boss at work and the boss’s wife in private… Such an excellent employee like me deserves to be a general manager, right?”

Mrs. Brown panted, “If that old man finds out you slept with his wife, you’ll be fired, let alone promoted…”

The stairwell was empty, and the voices of the couple downstairs weren’t particularly hushed, so their conversation reached Leila and Mason’s ears clearly.

Mason looked at Leila with interest. “The woman with your boyfriend is Mr. Brown’s wife?”

Leila saw the mockery in his eyes and met his gaze calmly. “Mr. Ramirez, if you’re so curious, why don’t you go down and see for yourself?”