Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 1: Hello, Ms. Shaw

When it comes to getting into bed, there are only zero times and countless times; once tried, you’ll find yourself indulging in it. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

A passionate affair came to an end.

Clothes were scattered messily on the carpet, with torn stockings and a pure white shirt tangled together.

Claire Shaw stepped down barefoot, her slender fingers casually picking up her clothes.

The arm wrapped around her waist pulled her back heavily, and she fell again into the man’s embrace.

"Don’t go, let’s sleep together," the man’s voice was hoarse.

"Don’t forget our agreement."

She sat at the bedside, her fair cheeks tinged with a shade of blush, smiling with tidy teeth — both obedient and alluring.

But the smile carried a hint of distance.

Three months ago, Claire discovered her boyfriend of several years had cheated, and after drinking, fell into the water and was saved by a stranger.

The drenched woman hooked her arm around his neck, her bright eyes captivating him, "Do you want me?"

A night of tenderness ensued — it was Claire’s first time, and her experience with the man was good.

She left her contact information, calmly telling him, "If you need me in the future, you can find me."

The man looked at the red mark on the sheet with meaningful eyes.

Since then, whenever he was free, he would spend time with her.

Their bodies became increasingly compatible, and Claire expressed her satisfaction, but she had guidelines laid out.

Firstly, no staying overnight.

Secondly, if he found someone, she would leave.

Thirdly, their relationship would be just this.

No money, no restraints, just the pure, primal desires of a man and woman at the quiet of night, entwined like a spiderweb.

Once it’s over, she would pull on her skirt and turn her back with no empathy.

The man breathed into her ear, "Once more, hmm?"

"No, there’s an event at school tomorrow," Claire broke free from him and got dressed.

"Heh."

The man’s low laughter came along with the sound of a lighter, as he watched the woman slowly pull up her silk dress through the flickering flame.

Concealing the alluring sight of her chest, her slender waist, flat stomach, and snow-white straight long legs.

Which teacher is so enchanting in bed? Those legs held him so tightly that he wished he could die on her.

Claire zipped up the side of her dress, looking back at the man leaning against the bed, not the trendy flower boy.

His sharply defined face was handsome and rugged, with a taut jawline, deep and sharp black eyes.

His bare upper body had a scar, his muscles well-toned yet not oversized from gym training, exuding a strong masculine charm.

Especially when those powerful arms embraced her, giving a strong sense of security.

In terms of physique and stamina, he was qualified.

Claire withdrew her gaze, her red lips curving into a glamorous smile, "Good night."

She closed the door and left with natural ease.

No trace of the obedient look from half an hour ago when she softly pleaded "slower" while clinging to him.

The man extinguished his cigarette, a satisfied smile creeping at the corners of his mouth.

Clearly, he was also content with Claire.

The next day.

Before dawn, Claire climbed out of her warm bed.

She put on a white shirt, jeans, tied her hair high, the slightly curled ends forming an arc through the air.

Arriving at school on time, Claire placed her bag down and joined the other teachers in setting up the event venue.

Claire was a teacher at a private aristocratic kindergarten, and today there was a performance where all the parents would come to watch.

An unexpected incident occurred before the show, "Ms. Shaw, the kids in your class are fighting!"

Children attending their school were either wealthy or noble, treated like little royalty by the teachers.

Claire hurried backstage, finding two little boys tangled in a fight.

Mason Blackwood sat on Dustin Lawrence’s belly, punching left and right, with his own lips showing red.

Although young, his eyes showed a fierceness beyond his age.

These two were the crown princes of the Blackwood and Lawrence families, the teachers dared only to verbalize stopping the fight, none stepping forward to intervene.

"Dustin Lawrence, Mason Blackwood, stop!"

Claire’s voice reached them, causing the two little boys to pause.

Dustin quickly pushed Mason off and ran to Claire, tears instantly falling in grievance, "Ms. Claire Shaw, Mason Blackwood bullied and hurt me, it really hurts, I need you to kiss it better."

Claire tended to his injuries while feeling a headache.

If these two princes got seriously injured, her career would be over.

"There, don’t cry, I’m here."

Mason Blackwood still had blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed intensely on her, obviously wanting comfort as well but refusing to come closer with a stern face.

Claire comforted Dustin, then had someone take him down for a change of clothes, also contacting both guardians to inform them of the situation.

She squatted beside Mason, gently speaking, "That must hurt a lot, right?"

Mason turned away, glumly saying, "It doesn’t hurt."

She dabbed iodine onto a cotton swab and applied it to the boy’s mouth, causing Mason to flinch in pain.

"Still saying it doesn’t hurt?"

Claire sternly asked, "Tell me, why fight?"

In the whole kindergarten, only she dared speak to the crown prince like this.

Mason mumbled with his head down, "He said I don’t have a mom."

The little boy’s lowered hand tightened, making Claire’s heart ache as well; such a poor child.

"So you hit him?"

The little boy looked at her earnestly with his eyes, "I promised you not to bully little kids, I just replied I’m not like him, not only without a mom but also without a dad, if he’s so desperate to die, he won’t see tomorrow, and after saying that Dustin just went crazy and attacked me."

Claire’s mouth twitched slightly.

About to say something more, a voice came from the doorway, "Ms. Shaw, Mason Blackwood’s father is here."

Father?

Claire had taught this class for a year, normally only the family servants came to pick him up, she’d never seen Mason’s parents.

"It’s alright now, your dad’s here."

Claire gently touched the little boy’s face before standing up, an official smile on her lips, as she extended a hand to the approaching figure, "Hello, Mr. Blackwood, I am Mason’s teacher, Claire Shaw, there was a minor inc..."

Before she finished the word, she saw the man entering against the light.

Ethan Blackwood wore a tailored suit, his defined facial features taut, eyes sharp, exuding a noble, distant aura.

His gaze moved subtly from Mason to Claire’s face, his large, rough hand holding the delicate fingers he had often played with.

His voice was rich and deep, "Hello, Ms. Shaw."