Free Web NovelChapter 377: Chapter 375: Young People Have So Many Tricks
"Arch your back."
Mia Grant’s cheeks flushed crimson.
A single, lingering drop of water on her cheek felt like it was being held over a flame, instantly sizzling away into nothing.
She turned her head, unable to meet Silas Grant’s gaze.
’The first two phrases were decent enough.’
’Arch your back... Why did that sound so suggestive?’
’But I have to admit, he’s incredibly good at delivering dirty talk with that commanding tone of his.’
’It must be a natural talent.’
’It couldn’t be helped. He was born an aristocrat, and that air of his was innate. No one else could capture its essence.’
Gazing at the crimson blush on her cheeks, Silas Grant knew. Her shyness was real, but so was her enjoyment.
’So that’s how it is.’
He’d thought he would actually have to say some truly crude things, especially the kind laced with profanity. He could understand calling it flirting or a kink; some people were bound to enjoy that sort of dynamic.
But his upbringing made it impossible for him to use such coarse language with the girl he liked.
That one line in the living room earlier was already the most "unpleasant" and "blatant" thing he had ever said to a girl in his life.
Especially to Mia Grant.
After she left, he had humbly sought guidance, searching online for what people called "dirty talk."
At first, he’d thought it was just a literal term. It was only later that he realized young people these days had so many tricks up their sleeves.
’Am I really getting old?’
He sighed as he studied. He had to quickly integrate into the world of the youth; that way, he wouldn’t always be "sleeping alone" in the future.
Before, he had only considered things from his own perspective, assuming that what he enjoyed, Mia Grant would find pleasurable too.
Now he realized that with this sort of thing, pleasure was one aspect, but her preferences had to be taken into account as well.
The best solution would be to merge their preferences.
Perhaps his ability to learn was just too good. Silas Grant had a sudden epiphany, and his mind was now racing with plans and scenarios. He was seized by a powerful impulse.
The impulse to test them out immediately.
The heat of his palm seared through the thin fabric at her waist, so hot that she instinctively tried to pull away.
But a wall was behind her. Trapped in the corner by the door, she had no room to even breathe.
Silence descended, and the atmosphere was charged with a frightening intensity.
Mia Grant felt something budding between them, something that was slowly eroding her sanity.
’Staying composed in a situation like this is too much to ask of anyone.’
’Sigh.’
Mia Grant sighed inwardly and placed her hand over his on her waist. "Next... next time. It’s your birthday today. Let’s go out this afternoon."
"We can’t waste this beautiful day."
She corrected him primly, as if she had nothing to do with starting this fire.
Silas Grant didn’t release his grip. He leaned in, his warm breath tickling her ear as he lowered his voice to a devastatingly sexy pitch.
"Doing intimate things with you is never a waste of time."
"In fact, it’s a pleasure."
His palm pressed against her waistline, kneading firmly through the breathable fabric.
A single, simple motion, yet it was inexplicably erotic.
Mia Grant heard herself give a pathetic little gulp.
Just as the atmosphere was reaching a fever pitch, about to spin out of control...
Suddenly, a ringing phone pierced the dim room. Mia Grant gave the man in front of her a little push. "Your... phone."
She had her phone on silent, so it couldn’t be hers.
Silas Grant had no desire to answer, but the phone kept ringing. He was about to pull it out and decline the call when he saw the caller ID. His brow furrowed slightly, and he slowly straightened up.
Mia Grant let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, though she couldn’t decide if the call was a timely interruption or not.
Silas Grant stepped out to take the call.
Mia Grant glanced down at her now-rumpled dress, hesitated, then went into the walk-in closet to change.
—
When Silas Grant finished his call, he turned to see Mia Grant in the living room.
She had changed out of the dress and now looked like an elementary schooler on a field trip, wearing a pink sweatshirt and a pair of overalls.
Seeing the bag next to her, Silas Grant raised an eyebrow. "Are we really going on a field trip?"
"The rain stopped. Let’s go out."
’It’s a rare chance to celebrate his birthday with him. I can’t just waste it on... that sort of thing.’
’We should do something more meaningful.’
"Like what?"
Silas Grant asked.
"Like..." Mia Grant couldn’t think of any decent, proper couple’s activities either. Especially after being corrupted by his earlier words, she felt her mind was definitely heading into the gutter.
"Golf?"
"I thought you weren’t interested. You’ll get bored watching me play by myself."
"It’s not a very interesting sport anyway."
"It’s fine." Mia Grant couldn’t think of a better idea at the moment, so she grabbed her bag. "Let’s go. I’ll watch you for a bit. Maybe I’ll get interested."
"But..." A thought made her hesitate. "Are you... okay to do that?"
"Why do you ask?"
Silas Grant let out an unreadable chuckle, then bent down to pick up his glasses from the coffee table and put them on. "Let’s go."
Mia Grant saw that he seemed fine, so after a moment’s thought, she followed him.
It wasn’t convenient for her to tell Silas Grant what Eric had said; it would expose Eric too easily.
It wasn’t that she was trying to protect Eric.
They barely knew each other.
But his professional skills were top-notch, and keeping him at the Hughes Corp was a good thing for Silas Grant.
She couldn’t let this one small thing create a rift between the two men.
’Getting him fired... that would be too much.’
Silas Grant, for his part, truly didn’t care.
He had fought and clawed his way through life for so many years and had been through too much. In the beginning, there were certainly things he was opposed to, but with the passage of time, they all became nothing more than smoke and mirrors.
A truly strong person doesn’t allow themselves to have a soft spot.
Even his so-called pride, at certain moments, was something he could cast aside.
No one could ever truly get a hold on him.
Simon Adler, who had known him for over twenty years, thought his weakness was his dignity.
His parents from the Grant Family thought his Achilles’ heel was the Hughes Corp.
In the end, it was his aloof grandfather who understood him best.
He didn’t have any weaknesses.
If he had to name one, it would be Mia Grant.
That was why the old man had ultimately focused all his schemes on Mia Grant.
Because the old man understood that only by controlling Mia Grant could he gain complete control over him.
Other than her, he had no flaws, no fears, no lingering shadows from his past.
In his eyes, being chosen as the Hughes Family’s heir and brought from the Grant Family to Portia meant that his life over the years had actually been much more fortunate than most people’s.
People who called his life hard simply hadn’t seen what real hardship looked like.
In comparison, his past experiences with the Hughes Family were hardly worth mentioning.
「At the golf course.」
The Hughes Family actually had their own, but worried that Mia Grant would be uncomfortable there, Silas Grant drove her to a course he frequented for business entertainment.
Mia Grant sat nearby, watching him swing the club, and the scene from her dream flashed through her mind again.
’It’s... exactly the same.’
’So identical it doesn’t feel like a dream at all.’
’The motion, the power, even the fluid lines of his arms...’
’If I was just projecting, it couldn’t be this similar.’
Suddenly, she realized something.
’Since I transmigrated into this book, I’ve never once seen Silas Grant play golf...’
Now, the two were overlapping. Which meant...
’It wasn’t a dream at all.’
