Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 112

**TITLE: Across Distant Skies Lies Hope Waiting To Be Found by Kade Rowan Flint 112**

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You’re not the virgin in my story

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Grace

The inquiry should have felt like any other, but it struck me like a bolt of lightning, leaving me momentarily paralyzed. It wasn’t just a surprise; it was a jolt of fear that coursed through my veins. For a fleeting, reckless moment, I nearly acquiesced, nearly uttering a yes that would have changed everything.

The moment passed as I felt Charles’s fingers tightening around my hand, a physical reminder that snapped me back to reality. I lifted my gaze to meet his, and what I saw sent a chill down my spine. Anger. I had never witnessed this side of him before. Charles was a tempest of emotions—hurt, dramatic, even pathetic at times—but never had I seen him seethe with fury.

Questions swirled in my mind, but I couldn’t voice them. Why was he acting this way? How dare he presume to possess me, to ask such invasive questions as if I were his to own?

“Let go, Charles,” I said, my voice steady, though my heart raced.

He hesitated, his eyes darting between my face and the grip he had on my hand. Slowly, as if he were relinquishing a precious object, he withdrew his fingers, trembling slightly as he murmured, “I-I’m sorry.”

I rubbed my wrist, trying to ease the ache that lingered there. My tone turned icy. “I don’t need your apology. This isn’t the first time you’ve laid hands on me. At least this time, you didn’t hit me.”

The color drained from Charles’s face, and he looked down, shame washing over him like a dark tide. I could almost see the memory of that day clawing its way back into his consciousness, a specter he couldn’t escape.

I took a moment to study him, his vulnerability laid bare before me. Then, leaning back in my seat, I broke the silence. “Charles,” I began softly, “I have a question.”

His eyes shot up, filled with an urgency that was almost pitiful. “Ask anything. Anything you want, I’ll answer.”

“Aren’t you gay?”

The question hung in the air, and he froze, caught off guard.

Well, he did say anything. I had to know. His behavior was a riddle wrapped in confusion. Why was he acting this way if he was attracted to men? This didn’t feel like someone trying to appease their father’s wishes. Did his father even know he was here with me? There was no way he could possibly have feelings for me; I was undeniably a woman.

“I-I do,” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. “I like men.”

I nodded slowly, trying to piece together the puzzle. “Then why—”

“But I love you, Grace.”

His declaration hung in the air, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Huh? What did he just say?

Charles’s hands trembled as he reached for mine, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“I love you,” he repeated, urgency lacing his words. “I don’t understand what’s happening, but I’m not interested in other women. They don’t even register for me. I tried to experiment last night, but it felt wrong. With you, it’s different. I don’t see the gender; I see who you truly are.”

“Please… be with me. I’ll try to be a good man. I will take care of you. I’ll do anything you want. If you want me to be your dog, I will. I will be sexually active. I won’t let my parents bully you. I just want you to be my wife. The thought of you with another man drives me insane.”

At that moment, I could only stare at him, my mouth agape in disbelief. Was this a dream? What on earth was happening?

This man was out of his mind. Why couldn’t he take a hint and leave me be?

He leaned in further, his breath warm against my skin. I was seconds away from slapping him when a sharp sound sliced through the tension.

Thwack!

“Ah!” Charles yelped, jerking back and clutching his head.

I blinked, startled by the sudden turn of events.

“Who the hell was that?!” he barked, his voice cracking.

My gaze shot upward. Standing a few steps away was the old man who had been dozing off earlier, now wielding a rolled-up newspaper like a weapon. His face was a mask of disgust.

Thwack!

He smacked Charles again, harder this time.

“You bastard!” the man roared. “You’re a disgrace to all men! How dare you try to assault a woman right in front of her? Do you have a death wish?”

Charles flinched, looking like a scolded child. I stood frozen for a moment, my heart still racing from the near encounter. The old man’s presence was commanding, his tone leaving no room for argument. It was clear he was not someone to be trifled with.

For someone dressed so casually, his aura was terrifyingly strong and oddly familiar.

I swallowed hard, torn between the urge to thank him for intervening and the instinct to flee the scene.