Claimed by the Crown Heir novel Chapter 101

Alistair grabbed a suitable club and handed it to her, his fingertips brushing casually against her palm, sending a faint jolt of electricity through her skin.

"Hold it tight."

Vanessa gripped it as instructed, but her stance was noticeably stiff.

"And then what?"

The next second, the man stepped in close behind her.

His broad chest was flush against her back, his warm breath ghosting over the tip of her ear. Her entire body tensed!

Alistair covered her hand with his, fully wrapping around her grip on the club, while his other hand hovered at her waist to adjust her posture.

"Relax your body. Don't be so rigid," he murmured.

His deep, magnetic voice brushed against her heart like a feather.

Vanessa's ears immediately burned, her breathing losing its rhythm.

His palms were warm and strong, calloused, pressing against the back of her hands so every micro-movement was vividly clear.

The hand at her waist wasn't quite touching her, yet it carried an overwhelming possessiveness, effectively trapping her in his embrace with nowhere to run.

"Let me try it myself," she murmured, struggling slightly.

Alistair chuckled softly, leaning in even closer with wicked amusement. "What, afraid Benedict will see?"

"Alistair, he's your uncle. Whatever we had before, it can't continue..."

His cool lips brushed against her flushed ear as he asked with feigned ignorance, "What exactly did we have before?"

Annoyed, Vanessa instinctively tried to pull away.

"Don't move," he commanded softly but with an undeniable dominance. "Just let me teach you this one swing."

He guided her through a slow backswing before driving it forward in a smooth, fluid motion.

It wasn't until the little white ball soared cleanly through the air again, tracing a gorgeous arc, that he finally let her go.

Not far away, Benedict took in the entire scene. With a teasing smile in his eyes, he strolled over leisurely.

"Not bad at all," he laughed, his tone full of appreciation. "Alistair is a great teacher, and Ms. Grant is a quick learner. You've only been at it for a moment, and you already look like a pro."

He paused intentionally, letting his words carry weight. "That's how golf is. The more you learn, the more you adapt to each other, and the chemistry naturally follows."

Alistair lit a cigarette. "It's about time. Let's go grab some food."

"I booked a private room. Come on, we can talk while we eat." Benedict smiled and turned, taking the lead.

Vanessa was left speechless.

The little bit of good impression she had built up for Benedict last night instantly vanished.

But on second thought, it wasn't like they had any real feelings for each other. This was just a business marriage arranged by their parents.