CEO’s Seduction Trap

“Nah.”

Mason bit her lower lip, “Short-term, six months.”

“Isn’t this good now? Why is that necessary?” Leila questioned.

Mason kissed from her lips to her collarbone, murmuring, “Leila, I want to be your boyfriend.”

Leila couldn’t help but chuckle. It almost sounded like she was the scandalous one here.

As Mason kissed her, Leila’s body trembled slightly. He lifted her onto the windowsill, leaning in.

Leila pushed against his chest, “Don’t get carried away.”

Mason looked down at her, grinning mischievously, “So, yes or no?”

Blushing, Leila replied, “No.”

“You sure?” Mason teased, a hint of threat in his eyes.

Feeling rebellious, Leila tried to resist, but he used one large hand to restrain both of her wrists behind her back.

His cold lips pressed against hers. The kiss was aggressive and breathtaking, making her head go blank and her eyes to suddenly shut close while she responded back to the kiss.

He moved his hand down to her breast and groped it in his palm while she moaned into his lips at the sensation of his touch . His palm rotated round her breast as he squeezed.

“Mason…” She moaned.

“Am I your boyfriend now?”. Mason added as a smirk appeared on his lips. He lifted her dress up to bunch around her waist, licked his lips as he stared at her creamy fleshy lap, his cock hardened at the attention he was giving to her.

“The fuckkk…”. He groaned as he took control and began to grind his cock against her clit…

Leila had her delicate feet propped on Mason’s shoulder, her voice trembling as if on the verge of tears. She whispered shakily, “Mason.”

Ignoring her emotional tone, Mason persisted with his question, “So, tell me, am I your boyfriend now?”

Finding it hard to resist, Leila responded with a hint of crying, “Yes… Yes…”

…

As Mason carried Leila off the windowsill, she kicked and struggled against him. Mason chuckled and carried her into the bathroom…

After breakfast, Leila casually wiped her mouth with a napkin and asked Mason, “When are you going back?”

“So soon? After we’ve defined our relationship?” Mason teased.

“I have things to do and no time to accompany you,” Leila retorted.

“Do I need your company?” Mason countered.

“Then you can’t live here all the time. Neighbors are acquaintances, and they will tell my mother if they see you.”

Mason sat up straight and leaned back, with one hand propped up on the dining table, half squinting at her. He didn’t say a word, but Leila understood the meaning in his eyes. They are now boyfriend and girlfriend, famous and influential, and upright.

After the meal, Mason drove Leila to the hospital.

As the car pulled into the hospital’s parking lot, Leila unbuckled her seatbelt, steady and quick, afraid he’d go up to visit Dasha.

Mason noticed her cautious behavior but didn’t say anything.

Just as Leila was about to exit the car, Mason lightly tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and said, “For these six months, you won’t be dating anyone else, right?”

Leila hesitated for a moment before replying, “I won’t.”

Mason nodded, “Good. I won’t either. No scandals.”

His words sounded like a promise, but Leila didn’t fool herself into thinking their six-month relationship would be like a normal one.

A few minutes later, as Leila entered the hospital ward, she coincidentally encountered Dr. Hans doing his rounds.

Dasha seemed to be in decent condition, and Dr. Hans, with a serious expression, cautioned her, “With your condition, you must avoid anger and agitation.”

“And if you encounter someone you don’t want to see again, just call security.”

“If something were to happen unexpectedly, Leila would be the one most upset.”

Dasha looked like a scolded child, “I understand, Dr. Hans.”

After a brief chat with Dasha, Dr. Hans turned to Leila and said, “Come with me.”

“Okay.” She followed Dr. Hans into his office.

“The surgery is scheduled for early next month. I’ll text you the exact date.”

“Thank you, Dr. Hans.”

Dr. Hans paused before asking, “Your mother’s kidney donor… was it arranged by your friend?”

He hesitated slightly when mentioning ‘friend.’

Leila knew exactly who he meant by ‘your friend’ and replied, “Yes.”

Dr. Hans put down the medical records, seeming conflicted or uncertain. After a moment, he spoke again, “I’ve been trying to recall where I’ve seen your friend lately. It wasn’t until last night that I remembered he’s Mason, the CEO of The Ramirez Group.”

Leila was momentarily speechless, unsure of Dr. Hans’s intentions in mentioning this.

Dr. Hans finished speaking and noticed Leila didn’t respond. He tilted his body slightly and continued, “Do you know the patient in the room next to your mother’s?”

Leila didn’t know.

“It’s a male patient, thirty years old, his child just turned two weeks old last month…”

Dr. Hans led the conversation up to this point, and Leila vaguely guessed what he wanted to say next.

Sure enough, the next moment, Dr. Hans said, “For an ordinary family, finding a kidney donor might be an impossible quest in a lifetime, but for someone like Mr. Ramirez, it’s just a matter of a word. Leila, you…”

Dr. Hans was interrupted by Leila, who spoke firmly, “Dr. Hans.”

“Yeah?” Dr. Hans responded, slightly leaning forward.

Leila’s voice remained resolute as she said, “I can’t help with this favor.”

Hearing her words, Dr. Hans frowned.

Seeing the displeasure in his eyes, Leila continued calmly, “If I had the ability to help, and since you’ve brought it up, I would certainly assist. But I also understand my limits and boundaries when asking for favors.”

Dr. Hans said, “I believe if you were to ask, Mr. Ramirez wouldn’t refuse.”

Leila responded, “But I can’t have no bottom line, just because he doesn’t say no.”

Leila left the doctor’s office. Noticing Dr. Hans’s displeased expression, she chose to ignore it, pretending not to see.

Back in the ward, Dasha was praising Dr. Hans for being a diligent and good doctor.

Initially not wanting to engage, but concerned Dr. Hans might approach Dasha, Leila spoke softly, “Mom, maintaining some distance in doctor-patient relationships might be better.”

Dasha turned to look at her upon hearing this.

Leila walked to the water dispenser, poured a glass, and handed it to Dasha, saying, “Having some distance isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”

Understanding Leila well, Dasha knew her daughter’s words weren’t without reason. She took the glass and replied, “That’s true.”

Just then, Dasha noticed the hickey on Leila’s neck.

Being experienced, Dasha hesitated for a moment and tactfully asked, “Has Samuel come here?”

Hearing Dasha’s question, Leila looked up, “Huh?”

Seeing Leila’s confused expression, Dasha cleared her throat lightly, “It’s nothing.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Nearing noon, Tessa asked what they wanted for lunch and went downstairs to buy it.

Once Tessa left, Dasha asked Leila about what happened in Dr. Hans’s office that morning.

Leila didn’t hide anything and told Dasha about the incident.

Dasha was initially incredulous but sighed lightly, “Dr. Hans has gone too far.”

Leila responded, “It doesn’t matter what he thinks. What matters is, Mom, we can’t go too far.”

Dasha reassured Leila, “Don’t worry, I understand this. I won’t cause you trouble.”

“Yeah.”

After finishing discussing Dr. Hans’s matter, Dasha leaned in and pointed at the mark on Leila’s neck. “What’s this?”

Leila wasn’t aware of anything on her neck and reached back to feel it. “Huh?”

Dasha asked, “Has Samuel not come to Yort City?”

“No, he… ” As Leila spoke, she suddenly remembered something, and her cheeks flushed red.

Seeing this, Dasha confirmed her suspicion. The hickey wasn’t from Samuel.

Noticing Dasha’s change in expression, Leila was nervous. “Mom…”

Dasha furrowed. “Did you and Samuel break up?”

Leila looked directly at Dasha and replied seriously, “Mom, Samuel and I never dated at all. We were just acting.”

Leila finished speaking, fearing she might upset Dasha.

Unexpectedly, Dasha sighed, “I knew it.” She then lightly tapped Leila’s forehead with her finger. “I figured it out long ago.”

Leila didn’t expect this reaction but couldn’t help smiling. “How did you figure it out?”

Dasha replied, “Which couple in love doesn’t call each other for ten days or two weeks? Besides, the last time you two were home, you were both too deliberate.”

Leila remained silent.

Dasha smiled and added, “But I still quite like that boy Samuel… So, who’s your boyfriend now?”