The CEO's Honey Trap: Payback in the Spotlight

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During a late-night shift at the agency, while I was polishing up video scripts for the next day, I heard some strange noises coming from the restroom next door.

A moment later, Chloe walked out, her face flushed red.

She asked if I'd heard anything I shouldn't have.

I quickly shook my head, denying it.

Then, she pulled me into her private streaming studio and asked for a "favor." I fell hard.

Later, the CEO cornered me and demanded that Chloe and I get legally hitched at the courthouse. He even threatened me with security footage from her streaming room!

It wasn't until his wife stepped in that I realized I had been set up in a honey trap...

People always say showbiz is a toxic mess. Honestly, influencer agencies aren't any better.

I used to write scripts for indie short dramas. But after pissing off the wrong person, I got blacklisted in that industry. So, I ended up at an influencer marketing agency, writing content.

With my background in scriptwriting, I cruised through the job. I knew exactly how to highlight each female streamer's unique charm, using short dramatic scripts to amplify their appeal and help them stand out in a sea of pretty faces.

Chloe was my first big success story.

Before me, her performance was mediocre at best, nearly at the bottom of the ladder. Our boss, Marcus, handed her over to me just to see if I could pull off a miracle.

Within a single week, I got Chloe trending locally on TikTok, turning her into a rising star. Not only did she pull in over fifteen thousand dollars that month, but it also made me a legend in the agency.

I had just stepped out of the restroom when I heard a bizarre sound coming from the women's room next door.

I can't... help me!

It was Chloe's voice, quiet but clear enough for me to hear.

What was she doing in there alone an hour after closing time?

Hey? Everything okay in there? Need help? I called out.

The bathroom went dead silent.

Just as I was about to lose patience and go in to check, Chloe stepped out in her high heels and bumped right into me. Feeling her soft curves pressed against my chest, my heart skipped a beat.

Uh, I thought something happened to you. I was just checking, I stammered, awkwardly stepping back.

Chloe adjusted the strap of her dress, her flushed face cooling down. A few seconds later, she locked eyes with me. Did you hear anything just now?

I scratched my head, playing dumb. Hear what?

She giggled, covering her mouth. I always thought you were the innocent type, Leo. Guess I was wrong.

I was utterly confused.

Come on, she said, grabbing my hand. Let's go to my streaming room. I want to show you something.

It's late, and we're the only ones left. Is that really a good idea?

Chloe rolled her eyes. I'm a girl and I'm not scared. Why are you acting like a wimp?

That did it. My pride was stung.

Fine. Let's go.

Who was afraid of whom?

She strutted ahead of me, her hips swaying. I couldn't help but look. She had a perfect figure, flawless pale skin, and killer legs.

Those short videos you wrote for me went viral. My follower count is still shooting up! she said without looking back.

I smiled. It's because you've got the assets, Chloe. As long as you stay in shape and stick to the content plan I made, you'll keep growing.

Her biggest selling point was her long legs. She was tall, so I designed her content around that to get her quick traction.

While chatting, we reached her private streaming room. Chloe turned the doorknob, looking back with a playful smile. After you, Shakespeare.

My name is Leo Miller. "Wordsmith" or "Shakespeare" was just a nickname the team gave me because of my writing.

As a famous actor once said, once you make it, everyone around you suddenly becomes nice. That quote perfectly sums up human nature. I still remember when I first started at this agency; Chloe wouldn't even look at me, let alone talk to me.

I walked in, wondering what she was up to.

Ever since she got popular, her room had been heavily upgraded. It used to be just a PC and a camera. Now? Marcus had personally moved a water dispenser and a fridge stocked with summer snacks and fruits in here. She was getting the queen treatment.

Marcus really spoils you. This place looks like a studio apartment now. He even got you a bed, I joked, pointing to the plush daybed in the corner.

Ignoring my comment, Chloe slid open her wardrobe, pulling out a tight, high-slit vintage silk dress from a row of sexy outfits.

She started changing right in front of me, saying, It's all about the money, Leo. Marcus only cares about who brings in cash. If you make him rich, you're his favorite.

You don't need to look so tense. It's not like you've never seen a girl change, she added, noticing my awkwardness.

I was blushing, feeling incredibly awkward but also secretly thrilled.

I... I should step out, I mumbled.

During our last company dinner at a karaoke bar, I had noticed she and Marcus were extremely close. Chloe had had a few drinks and went to the restroom. Marcus followed her out shortly after. When they didn't return for a while, I went to use the restroom myself. Passing a private VIP lounge, I heard some very suggestive sounds. I recognized the voices instantly.

So, I knew she was the boss's girl. Messing with the boss's girl was a line I wouldn't cross. It was a matter of principle.

But Chloe blocked my path, propping her long leg against the doorframe. She locked the door behind us, her eyes overflowing with desire. Giggle... What are you afraid of, Wordsmith? I told you, I want to show you something.

Fine...

She unlocked her iPhone, tapped the screen a few times, and handed it to me. Take a close look, handsome.

Her voice trembled slightly. When I looked up, her eyes were burning with raw emotion.

Like I said, influencer agencies can get pretty wild. On her screen was a private, highly suggestive dance videothe kind she sent to her wealthy VIP donors on Snapchat.

I skipped ahead, and the content became absolutely mind-blowing.

My brain short-circuited. Streamers never show these videos to coworkers. Her behavior was baffling me.

Leo...

She placed her hand on my shoulder, leaning in to kiss me.

After that night, things escalated quickly. For a whole week, Chloe invited me to her room every night.

But then, Marcuss wife unexpectedly dropped by the office to check on things. After that, Chloe suddenly became cold and distant.

I was confused. She was incredibly tempting, and part of me wanted to keep this secret affair going. But she acted like nothing had happened and kept her distance.

After work, Chloe loved playing pool. I tracked her down at a local pool hall she had posted about on Instagram.

Chloe...

The moment I called her name, I regretted it. Marcus was there too.

Marcus looked surprised. Leo? What a coincidence! Want to play a round? He acted like he knew absolutely nothing, inviting me to join.

Uh, actually, I came to find Chloe... wanted to talk about a script.

Working was just a pathetic excuse. I hated myself for being so clingy when she had already made her stance clear.

You guys go ahead, I'll take off.

Seeing her with Marcus made everything click. If she was just playing with me, why should I take it seriously?

But I still felt hurt. Even though I knew she had a thing with the boss, I felt like since we slept together, I should take responsibility. God, I'm such a pathetic loser, I cursed myself silently.

From that day on, I stopped reaching out to her outside of work. Since my videos were doing great, Marcus put me in charge of four other female streamers. Writing scripts and custom-tailoring content for all of them doubled my workload, leaving me no time for romance. Naturally, my pay got a nice bump too.

About two weeks later, I walked into work as usual. While discussing a script with Chloe, I noticed a bruise on her face. There was a band-aid near her temple, and a faint handprint on her cheek.

Are you... okay? I couldn't help but ask, seeing how distracted she was.

She glanced at me coldly. I'm fine. Oh, Marcus is in. He wants to see you.

Sure enough, Marcus waved me into his office the moment I walked past.

Leo, you've been with us for two months now, right? How are you liking it? he asked, handing me a glass of water.

I took it with both hands, giving him a polite smile. It's great, Marcus. The team is awesome, and you've been really supportive. I feel right at home.

Standard corporate BS. Everyone does it.

Haha! Marcus pointed at me, his gold Rolex flashing. Cut the crap, kid.

I wondered what game he was playing. He checked the time and got straight to the point. I've heard rumors about you and Chloe.

But it looks like you two had a fight recently. I talked some sense into her last night. Take her out for dinner tonight, make it official, and tomorrow, go to the courthouse to get legally hitched.

Tomorrow... get married? My mind went blank.

Marcus, what do you mean? I don't follow, I asked cautiously, keeping my voice steady.

Marcus and Chloe were sleeping together. I had chased her because I was stupid, but I had already decided to let it go. Now Marcus was pushing us together and demanding we marry tomorrow?!

Ahem, Marcus cleared his throat. I'm planning to promote you to my executive assistant. I know you know about my history with Chloe. But she told me last night that you're the one she really loves. So, I'm stepping aside for you two.

Was there really a free lunch in this world?

To be honest, thinking about Chloe's killer legs, I was tempted. But in the end, I rejected the offer. Marcus, I'll pass. Whatever happened between us is in the past.

Was he testing me? If I agreed, wouldn't I be stealing the boss's woman?

But the moment I said no, Marcuss face darkened. He slid his phone over, playing a video. I tapped play, and my heart sank. It was a video of me and Chloe in her streaming room that night.

It wasn't hard to guess where the footage came from.

Since we're laying our cards on the table, I'll be blunt, Marcus sneered. Chloe is pregnant. You two are getting hitched tomorrow to play husband and wife. I'll secretly wire five thousand dollars to your personal account every month just to play the role. But remember, you are never to touch her again. Do I make myself clear?

Oh, I understood. Loud and clear.

I could easily guess his motive. His wife must have found out about them. So, he wanted me to be the scapegoat husband to shut his wife up.

If I agreed, I'd have to watch my legal wife sleep with Marcus. Every time Marcus came over, I'd have to go for a stroll around the block. That feeling...

I need more money, I gritted my teeth. Even if it's a fake marriage, it's still on my record.

Marcus frowned.

I continued, We'll have to throw a wedding, right? She'll have to meet my parents. What about when the baby is born? Living expenses aren't cheap. And when you eventually take the kid away, what about me? I won't be able to marry anyone else because of bigamy laws, and

Stop, stop, stop! Marcuss face twitched. Just get hitched first. Once I sort out my domestic issues, you can divorce her.

Fine.

Having no choice but to agree to Marcuss demands, I went home. That very night, an elegant, wealthy-looking woman knocked on my apartment door.