Rural Belle & Three Heirs by Harper Hall

Chapter 119 No HandsMen at Home?

Chloe's heart pounded in her chest, each beat a chaotic drum of confusion and desire. She was trapped in the

intensity of Grant's gaze, unable to tear her eyes away from the commanding presence before her.

"Grant, I..." she stammered, struggling to find the right words, but he cut her off with a swift, authoritative tone.

"Don't speak," he commanded, his voice low and husky with a dangerous edge. "Just look."

Chloe's breath hitched as she took in the sight of him. She had never seen Grant like this-so raw, so

unrestrained, a side she had never imagined existed.

He stepped closer, his eyes never wavering from hers. "Are you satisfied now?" he asked, his voice dropping to a

whisper that sent chills down her spine.

Chloe nodded, her voice lost somewhere between fear and fascination.

Grant's expression softened just slightly, enough to send a confusing rush of relief through her. He reached out,

gently cupping her cheek with a tenderness that belied the storm within him. "Good," he murmured. "Because |

want you to remember this moment. | want you to remember exactly what | look like underneath my clothes."

Her heart ached with a tumultuous mix of anxiety and longing. She was caught in a whirlpool of emotions,

unsure where the currents would take her. But in that moment, she knew she would never forget the intensity of

Grant's gaze or the feel of his touch on her skin.

Grant's voice broke through the haze, sharp and biting. "No cute guys at home? You gotta go out to find one?"

His words snapped Chloe back to harsh reality. She quickly gathered her thoughts, fumbling for an excuse,

something she hadn't been able to achieve on her ride here. At the last minute, she decided to sell her friend

out. "Grant, | wasn't trying to look. Zara askedto go..."

After all, Grant didn't know Zara well enough to check the story with her.

She added, "I realized it was inappropriate and wanted to leave, but my leg was hurt, and | couldn't walk."

Even Chloe didn't believe her own explanation, let alone Grant. When he arrived at the scene, she was happily

sipping coffee and munching on an apple, thoroughly enjoying the view. If Grant hadn't shown up when he did,

she might have written a whole review on the handsguys.

"Grant, I'm a good girl. | really didn't mean to... I... | was wrong," Chloe stammered, trying to argue her case, but

it was clear he wasn't buying it.

His eyes, dark and intense, were fixed on the girl who had been staring at his half- naked body, filled with a mix

of disappointment and something more primal. Grant couldn't reconcile the girl he thought so highly of with the

one standing before him, seemingly so lustful.

Rather than letting her ogle other men, he figured she might as well look at him. Ignoring her excuses, Grant,

bare-chested and exuding physical prowess, moved closer, his presence overwhelming her. He grabbed her

slender waist, the touch of his large hand sending an electric tingle through her body.

Chloe felt a rush of conflicting emotions-fear, excitement, and something she couldn't quite name. Desperately

trying to suppress the tumult within, she tentatively said, "Grant, don't... I'm still... I'm still a small..."

Before she could finish, Grant's eyes darted deliberately to her breast. Seeing her ample bosom, he smirked

mischievously. "Still? Where? | don't see anything small."

Chloe's face flushed with mortification. The usually serious Grant was blatantly teasing her, infusing their

interaction with a disconcerting intimacy.

But she wasn't the type to take such humiliation passively. Grants' forceful kiss and his blatant ogling were too

much to bear.

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free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Gathering the last remnants of her dignity, Chloe raised her

hand to slap him, the fire of indignation burning bright.

Anticipating her reaction, Grant dodged quickly. They had sparred before, and he was well aware of Chloe's

strength, knowing she could pack a punch when provoked.

He hadn't brought her to this secluded villa just to confront her over her interests; he wanted to remind her of

consequence and dominion. With things having escalated, Grant decided it was tto teach Chloe a lesson she

wouldn't forget. To show her that oogling other men would always have repercussions.

Yet, underneath his firm resolve, he tempered his actions with care, mindful of her injured leg and unwilling to

cause undue harm.

They fought from the small bar in the living room to the couch. Chloe attacked fervently while Grant dodged her

blows with practiced ease. In her zealous attempts to kick him, she failed to notice the small coffee table beside

her.

As she lifted her leg for another attack, her injured limb was about to collide with the table. Grant's eyes widened

in alarm, and he quickly lunged at her, pinning her down on the couch to prevent further injury.

Chloe struggled under him, but her efforts were in vain. Grant, still bare-chested and exuding overwhelming

masculinity, looked down at her with a mischievous grin. "Chloe, do you really think you can fight back? Believe

me, | could spank you right now to show you that actions have consequences."

And with that, Grant actually started spanking her.

Chloe stared at him in utter disbelief.

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mighty CEO of the Martin Group.

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shattered Chloe's perception of him.

Just as Grant was spanking Chloe, someone appeared behind them. It was a man, holding a high-definition

camera phone, recording the scene of Grant pinning Chloe.

Chloe noticed the man first. Seeing him recording, she urgently pushed Grant. "Grant, get off, someone's..."

Hearing Chloe's frantic shout, Grant instinctively turned around. At that moment, the man zoomed in on Grant's

face with the camera. "Don't stop, keep going... This shot is great, very clear..."

The man spoke as he recorded. When Grant saw the man's face, he quickly got off Chloe. "Harry, put the phone

away."

Grant reached for the phone, but Harry Gonzalez swiftly locked the screen and pocketed it. "Grant, why the

panic? | just recorded a little video."

Harry, with a mischievous grin, eyed the bare-chested Grant. It was unbelievable to see him in such a

compromising position for the first time.

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He and Grant were cousins and had a good relationship. He could stay at Grant's villa whenever he wanted.

Seeing Grant remain silent, Harry continued to tease him. "Grant, you're quite the player, huh? I'm curious, how

does the couch feel?"