CEO’s Seduction Trap

Mason glared coldly at him: [Mind your own business.]

After a while, Caleb looked up at Leila. “I brought some alcohol, do you two want some?”

Leila smiled, “Shirley ad I aren’t great with alcohol.”nd I aren’t great with alcohol.”

Caleb didn’t insist. “It doesn’t matter.”

As they drank and chatted, they unconsciously overindulged. Leila flipped the meat a few times before suddenly looking up at Caleb. “I’ve always been curious, what does ‘Hawke’ mean?”

Caleb turned to Mason for help. Mason kept his eyes lowered, playing with his glass.

Seeing Mason’s reluctance, Caleb whispered, “Bro.”

“Is it not convenient to say?” Leila asked.

Mason answered on Caleb’s behalf, “Not convenient.”

Upon hearing Mason’s response, Leila couldn’t help but feel puzzled. She didn’t ask him, so why was he answering for Caleb? What did it mean?

The atmosphere became tense. Shirley, who had drunk too much, slammed her hand on the table and spoke up, “Leila didn’t ask you, why are you answering?”

Seeing this, Caleb tried to diffuse the situation. “Okay, let’s call it a night here.”

With that, Caleb pushed Mason lightly. “Let’s head back, Mason.”

Mason looked at Leila, swallowing hard. “I’ll stay a little longer to sober up before I go.”

Caleb hadn’t been in a serious relationship before, so he didn’t understand Mason’s current state of mind. But as his good friend, he knew what he should do now.

Caleb scratched his head and bent down to help Shirley, who was drunk. “I’ll take you home.”

Shirley looked up at him, initially confused, then her eyes widened. “Are you trying to scam me?”

Caleb replied, “No, I’m taking you home. My driver is waiting in the car.”

Shirley didn’t believe him. “No need, I’m staying at Leila’s tonight.”

Upon hearing this, Caleb glanced at Mason. When the other two weren’t paying attention, he lifted Shirley up and left.

Shirley struggled on Caleb’s shoulder. Caleb gritted his teeth and, after changing his shoes, even helped Shirley carry her high heels before rushing out the door.

With a loud ‘bang’, the door closed, and the small apartment fell into silence.

The first to speak was Mason. He casually adjusted his shirt collar and asked Leila across the table, “Tea? It’ll help with the hangover.”

Leila, still feeling a bit dazed from the alcohol, asked belatedly, “What about Shirley?”

Mason walked towards the kitchen without changing expression. “She’s gone.”

Leila, puzzled, asked, “But she was drunk, wasn’t she?”

Mason replied, “She was. Caleb’s driver was here, so he took her home.”

After a while, Mason came back with two tea cups, handing one to Leila and keeping the other for himself.

Leila took a sip and then looked up, suddenly remembering something. “They’ve all left. Why are you still here?”

Mason’s eyes held an indistinct emotion as he replied, “Why did you go to the police station today?”

Mason’s question caught Leila off guard. She blinked, feeling a bit confused. “Hunter’s mother cornered me at the entrancetoday and threw rotten eggs at me. I called the police…”

Mason’s face darkened at her words.

Leila, still quite drunk, continued, “Oh, by the way, Hunter found out that you’re my lover. He threatened me.”

If it were any other time, Mason would have asked Leila what he threatened her with first. But now, he chuckled lightly and said, “Lover?”

Thinking he didn’t hear clearly, Leila repeated, “Hunter found out that you’re my lover, and he threatened me.”

In any other circumstance, Mason would have first asked what the threat was about, but now he smirked and said, “Lover?”

Leila looked at him. “Not?”

Mason chuckled suddenly. “If I am, can you afford me?”

Leila looked Mason in the eye and always felt something in his eyes compelling her, “Is it expensive?”

Mason, “You want to know?”

Leila always felt which part was wrong, but she couldn’t react for a while, so she could only remain silent.

Mason, holding her waist, pulled her onto his lap.

Their eyes met, and Mason’s hand brushed her neck, teasingly pressing down.

Leila’s nose touched Mason’s. “Mason.”

Mason lightly pinched her nape. “Why did you come here after finishing college? Are you stupid? A sheep among wolves?”

Leila didn’t understand Mason’s words and just breathed slightly heavier.

Seeing this, Mason tilted his head slightly and leaned in to kiss the corner of her lips, then stood up, carrying her towards the sofa…

Leila’s apartment was small, with only seven or eight steps from the dining table to the sofa.

As Mason lifted her, her legs wrapped around his waist, and with each step, their kisses grew deeper.

When he set her down on the arm of the sofa, Leila’s hands gripped Mason’s collar tightly.

Mason leaned in, his hands bracing against her sides, his eyes darkening, but he didn’t kiss her again.

His throat moved as he spoke in a low voice, “I won’t take advantage.”

Leila wanted to say something, but in the end, she just pressed her lips together in silence.

As adults, they both understood desire without needing to articulate it.

Seeing Leila’s silence, Mason remained patient, content to wait.

After a full minute, Leila’s dangling foot lightly brushed against Mason’s calf.

Mason, patient as ever, murmured, “Hmm?”

Leila’s fingertips tightened on the armrest, an unnamed emotion surging within her along with the heat in her body.

Mason lowered his head to lightly suck on her lips, his voice husky as he said, “Are you really drunk or not?”

With that, he didn’t give Leila a chance to reconsider, holding her tightly as they moved together.

When Mason’s shirt came off, the last remnants of Leila’s intoxication faded away completely.

As Mason looked into her clear eyes, he lifted her up and carried her back to the bedroom.

He slammed the door shut with his foot while they moved to the bed. He kissed her so rough and hard till they collapsed on the bed then he took his hand out from her waist and slid it up to her breast and squeezed it hard. She muffled out a moan with her eyes closed.

Mason slowly trailed his lips down to her left breast then mouthed her nipple and began suckling it hard. She gasped so deep, feeling his mouth tighten around her nipples. She grasped his hair and pressed his face against her chest while he squeezed and sucked her breast fast and hard.

Slowly, he slid his hand across her stomach then reaching into her underwear, downward towards her clit. Leila let out a moan and clasped her legs as immense pleasure surged through her when his finger suddenly touched her clit and with his hand still in between her thigh, he began to rub her clit in slow circles.

“Ahhh… oh my Gosh ”Leila moaned out as she slid her hand downward and tried to take his hand out.

“It’s too much…”. Her eyes moist in pleasure, “Please stop…”. She tried to push his hand away.

“Say it”. Mason ordered as he stopped sucking her and lifted up his head to look at her face.

“Say you want me, Leila!!!” He ordered, with his pace getting faster and faster.

“No…” She retorted as her eyes moist in intense pleasure. she knows that he isn’t going stop until she gives in.

“Then I will make you cum in my finger” With that, his stroke became faster and faster as her pussy began making soft wet sucking sounds due to his speed. Just like he knew she was over the edge, he pulled his finger out and she screamed out as she finally let go of her orgasm out in a gush of fluid, rolling out of her core and down to the bed.

Her legs trembled and she breathed hard due to the force of her climax. she knew she had made a huge mess on the bed but she wasn’t bothered about it.