Ceo's Sweet Trap Novels & Stories

The bed creaks loudly as he rises to his feet once more, and I catch a glimpse of him going to pick something up from the floor. It is my award, and in that split moment, I don't know what to expect. Luke turns to my line of sight, and time freezes as his lips split into a devilish grin. "The safe word is 'More.'" Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. The CEO climbs the bed, and I wince as he slaps my ass again, the sound echoing throughout the room, entangling with my moans and whimpers. And all I wanted was more.

I hugged them all, I believe when they are back, they will apologise to their father for hacking into his company. “One more thing kids, stay out of trouble, you know what you did the last time and I am not done punishing you, behave as the kid you all are in your excursion,” “We heard you mom.” They said at the same time. I spoke with the principal before taking my leave and headed directly to my company, “Welcome Ma’am, everyone is waiting for you, finally our CEO, is here live and direct.” “Oh please, Candy.” I smiled. “Someone is already blushing.” I walked with Candy from the car parking lot and got inside the company, the workers decorated the place and had a banner that said, welcome

The person's cold voice bellowed in fury. Upon seeing the tall man who had just entered, Aster froze, and her whole person was overwhelmed with panic. Didn’t her father claim that he had searched the person's history and the person was clean? How could it be this person? How could it be Ceo Jack? Ceo Jack is famously known for his bad reputation and wickedness toward women. The highest month a woman has ever spent with CEO Jack is three months. Somehow all the women that this person gets into relationships with always end up with an unfortunate end, such as suicide, accident, etc.

“You knew…and still you went behind my back like a thief.” Richard, caught his wrist midair. “Don’t make this uglier than it already is,” he said, his voice low. “What happened between Selena and I isn't betrayal….it’s love. Something you wouldn’t understand, because you’ve only ever tried to own people, not cherish them.” Gasps moved through the office. A CEO being accused—publicly—of treating women as possessions? It was blood in the water, and the sharks—employees, board members, assistants—were circling with whispers that would soon spiral into gossip storms.

Her email was similarly unremarkable, filled with work correspondence and newsletters. "Satisfied?" she asked with forced bravado. I handed the phone back to Leo, who did his own quick scan before returning it to Selena. "For now," I said, straightening my jacket. "But make no mistake. We are watching you." Selena clutched her phone to her chest like a shield. "I've told you everything I know. It was a mistake, okay? A stupid mistake." "A mistake that could have had serious consequences," I replied coldly. "Do you know what happens when CEOs of major corporations are drugged at public events? Stock prices plummet. Thousands of jobs are put at risk. Lives are ruined."

That woman should never have appeared in their lives. Once Amber transferred her shares, Harrison held 30% of the shares. He was the second most powerful person after Caleb. Caleb, oblivious to his impending doom, had signed the wager agreement. Harrison only needed to watch him fail. After all, the CEO of Automobile Maestros had already communicated with Harrison in advance. It was a trap set for Caleb. Harrison understood Caleb well. Deep down, Caleb was a madman, not nearly as rational as Caspian. Knowing it was a trap, Caleb would still gamble if there was even a 0.1% chance of winning.

“You said you would have dessert. You cannot say that and then refuse.” “I rarely eat sweets,” he said. “Are you even human if you don't eat sweets?" she asked in disbelief. "You should start now,” she insisted. Daniel shook his head to imitate astonishment. “You are trying to peer-pressure the CEO into eating cakes.” “Yes,” Chloe said. “For team bonding.” Rivera couldn’t resist typing another quick message. Rivera: “Are you bound to refuse everything and make us all feel bad?” Almost instantly, a reply appeared.

And when he became CEO? He became a story. A brand. An image. A fantasy. Every bit as polished and unattainable as his father, just in tailored suits and lower lighting. When I remember who he is—and who VT’s clients are—it makes my stomach twist. How the hell does a company like VT maintain the illusion of pristine celebrity image management when their C-suite is leaking their own scandals? It’s messy. Hypocritical. And suddenly I’m the girl at the center of it, even if no one’s named me yet.

I gave him just enough hard, insider details to raise serious questions about Damon's leadership. By mid-afternoon, the trap was sprung. A fresh, scathing article was already trending online, openly questioning whether the CEO's chaotic personal life and emotional distractions were actively clouding his judgment and ruining the company's biggest launch. But I didn't stop there. I scheduled quick, private chats with a few key, easily swayed board members. I dropped casual, deeply worried remarks. I sat in their offices, looking like a devoted executive who was simply concerned for the company’s future, and subtly planted the poison.

The other employees were dreaming about him, while I felt cursed because of his presence. What is he doing here as a CEO? He has his own company to look after. Doesn't he? My heart skipped a beat when the clock hit 6. Immediately, I stood up and started packing my stuff. Suddenly, the desk phone rang. My first instinct was not to pick it, but I didn't have any option. "Cynthia," it was my manager, "you are requested in the CEO's cabin." The colour drained from my face. Trap. It was a trap.