Rural Belle & Three Heirs by Harper Hall

Chapter 119 No Handsome Men 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 I want you to remember this moment. I want you to remember exactly what I 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, I wasn't trying to look. Zara asked me to go..."

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

was inappropriate and wanted to leave,

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

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

staring at his half- naked body, filled with a mix of disappointment and something more primal. Grant couldn't reconcile the

excuses, Grant, bare-chested and exuding physical prowess,

couldn't quite name. Desperately trying to

could finish, Grant's eyes darted deliberately to her breast. Seeing her ample bosom, he smirked mischievously. "Still? Where? I

Grant was blatantly teasing her, infusing their interaction with a disconcerting

the type to take such humiliation passively. Grants' forceful kiss

The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Gathering the last remnants of her dignity, Chloe raised her hand to slap him,

was well aware of Chloe's strength, knowing she

just to confront her over her interests; he wanted to remind her of consequence and dominion. With things having escalated, Grant decided it was time to teach Chloe a lesson she wouldn't forget. To

care, mindful of her injured leg and unwilling to cause undue

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

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

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, I could spank you right

with that, Grant

stared at him