All Chapters of His Naughty Girl : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Greer’s POV Something in his expression darkened. “What is that?” he asked, his voice low. I let out a short laugh, though there was no humor in it. “What does it look like?”He took a step closer. “Who gave you that?”I held his gaze this time, refusing to back down. “Why do you care?”His jaw flexed. “Answer me.”“No,” I said simply. That only made it worse.He moved closer again, faster this time, until there was barely any space left between us. “You think this is funny?” he asked.I shook my head slowly. “I think you are in no position to question me.”His eyes darkened further.“After everything, you go around entertaining another man?”I scoffed. “And what exactly are you doing with Veda?”That hit. I saw it. The brief flicker in his eyes before it hardened again.“That is different. She's my wife. I married her legally."I let out a sharp breath. “Of course it is. It always is with you.” He reached for me then, his hand coming up to my face like he was about to pull me into a

Greer’s POV “I told you already,” I said, my tone calm but clear. “I am not looking for a relationship.” His expression did not fall, but I could tell he was paying attention to every word. “That does not mean I do not like spending time with you,” I added. He nodded slowly. “So… we take it slow?” “Yes,” I said. “Very slow.” A small smile returned to his face. “I can work with that.” I reached for my phone without thinking much about it, the moment settling into something comfortable again. The lights, the setting, the way everything looked… it was too perfect not to capture. “Come here,” I said, tilting the phone slightly. He leaned in beside me, close enough for our shoulders to touch. I snapped a few pictures, adjusting angles until I got one I liked. Then another. And another. Without overthinking it, I picked one and posted it. A simple shot. Us. Very close. We were both smiling. I did not even hesitate. The moment it uploaded, I stared at the screen. Seen. My chest

Greer’s POV I ignored her completely and took my seat without responding. I did not have to wait long. A maid walked in shortly after. “He is here.”My lips curved slightly.“Let him in.” Moments later, Desmond stepped in. And for a second, the air in the room shifted.He looked good. Well dressed, composed, confident in a way that did not feel forced. He carried himself like someone who knew exactly where he stood in the world.But even then—My eyes flicked, just briefly. Calder still stood out differently. And I hated that I noticed.I stood up anyway. “Desmond,” I said, walking toward him. His face softened when he saw me. “You look beautiful.”“Thank you,” I replied, reaching for his hand without hesitation.I felt it. Every single pair of eyes in the room. Especially one.I intertwined my fingers with his and led him forward like it was the most natural thing in the world.“Everyone, this is Desmond. Desmond Hale.”Wells straightened slightly, his gaze moving between our hands

Greer’s POV Buttons scattered across the floor as the fabric ripped apart, exposing my breasts and stomach. He shoved me back down onto the Queen sized bed, yanking the shredded remains down my hips and off my legs. He was on me instantly, his heavy body pinning me. His mouth crashed against mine, demanding, before he moved lower. He shoved my thighs apart roughly and buried his face between my legs. His tongue attacked my pussy with savage hunger, licking and sucking my clit hard while two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. I bit my lip to stay quiet, but a broken moan escaped anyway. He ate me like he was starving, growling against my wet folds, his stubble scraping my sensitive skin. When I started to tremble, he pulled back, his chin glistening. “You’re going to take everything I give you tonight.” He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and slammed into me in one brutal thrust. I cried out, the stretch burning as he buried his thick cock to the hilt. He

Greer’s POV He launched into instructions, his tone firm and commanding as he outlined expectations for donations, appearances, and how the family image would be maintained. Everyone listened carefully, even Veda. My mind kept drifting to the pinhole camera lenses I’d seen fall from Wells’s pocket. The thought made my skin crawl. Had he been watching us? Recording me?I glanced at Wells again. Then at Calder. He was staring at me, his gaze lingering too long on my chest. A cold shiver ran down my spine. Calder shifted in his seat, and I felt his hand suddenly on my knee under the table, sliding slowly up my thigh. My breath hitched. I tried to close my legs, but he squeezed harder, a silent command. His fingers crept higher, brushing against the hem of my dress, then pressing against my panties, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the fabric.“…and Greer,” Calder continued smoothly, his voice never wavering as he gave orders, “you will speak briefly at the gala. Keep i