Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 149

I practically climbed him like a tree

Grace

“Come on my cock, Grace…” The words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head.

Ah, fuck!

I wanted to disappear. It wasn’t enough that Apollo had carried me out of the hall in front of hundreds of people, I had to throw myself at him like a complete maniac. I touched him, begged for him, and had sex with him in the car. I practically climbed him like a tree. And as if that humiliation wasn’t enough, I did all of it with Austin sitting in the front seat.

The car had a partition, sure, but the second we closed it, he probably knew exactly what we were doing. The whole vehicle had practically shaken with every thrust. I didn’t want to imagine what Austin heard.

To make it even worse, when I woke up, the very first thing I saw was that familiar white cat sitting at the foot of Apollo’s bed, staring at me with the exact same judgmental expression it had worn the first time I spent the night here. Its tail flicked once, as if it couldn’t believe I had the audacity to show my face in this room again.

I groaned and covered my burning face with both hands. “God, stop looking at me like that,” I muttered through my fingers. “I didn’t mean to spend the night here. None of it was my fault, okay?”

The cat blinked at me, condescendingly.

Perfect.

Now I was explaining myself to an animal. I probably looked like a fool, but maybe speaking out loud was my way of convincing myself I wasn’t completely lost after everything that happened last night.

I tried not to think about it, but every time my mind drifted back to those moments before Apollo found me, a wave of disgust crawled up my spine. What could have happened if he hadn’t arrived in time? The thought alone made my stomach twist and my throat burn.

I was sad, angry, frustrated, and terrified all at once. But then my mind drifted to what came after.

The way Apollo’s hands held me, protective yet demanding. The way he touched me like he needed me more than air.

I lifted my fingers to my lips, tracing them lightly.

He kissed me. Apollo Reed actually kissed me, my boss, the man who always turned away whenever I leaned too close, as if the mere thought of my mouth near his was unbearable. Yet last night, he kissed me like he wanted to swallow me whole.

My heart pounded against my ribs. I licked my lips without thinking, the memory vivid enough to curl my toes. Then I remembered his words, the ones I could hardly believe had come from him.

“I want to cum inside you. Can I?”

My thighs clenched on their own, betraying me, heat blooming everywhere.

“Oh God…”

He had never done that with me before. No matter how desperate things got, or how close he came, Apollo always pulled away at the last second. He never wanted to risk it. But last night, he asked, and came deep inside me.

I rolled onto my side and hugged the pillow tight against my chest, trying to calm the wild thudding of my heart. How was I supposed to look him in the eyes after all of that?

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My face burned even harder, and the tiny cat perched on the foot of the bed stared at me like I’d completely lost it.

“Meow.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll leave.”

I pushed myself upright, every muscle screaming in protest, especially the ache between my legs. The moment I stood, a sharp jolt shot up my thighs, forcing me to sink back onto the bed.

Shit, this soreness wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

I ran a hand through my hair and looked down at the oversized shirt I was wearing

After losing consciousness, last night was mostly a blur. But I couldn’t forget the way his hands moved over me in the bathtub, washing me with a gentleness I hadn’t expected from someone like him. After that, he helped me into his shirt.

A strange warmth curled in my chest. I swallowed it down immediately.

“Don’t overthink things, Grace,” I muttered to myself. “You can’t have feelings for him. Anyone but him. You’ll only end up heartbroken.”

I repeated it like a mantra while I pushed myself back to my feet. My legs trembled, but I managed. I walked to the door and opened it carefully, stepping out of the bedroom.

The hallway was empty.

I was about to turn back; I didn’t want to wander through his house without permission. But then a delicious scent drifted through the air. I couldn’t resist, my feet moved on their own, following it.

When I reached the kitchen, I froze.

My mouth went dry.

Standing in front of the stove was Apollo, the richest man in the country. The coldest, most terrifying man I had ever met. The man whose glare could crumble CEOs and break men. The man who had nearly killed someone without a second thought.

And yet, here he was, frying an egg.

Huh? Was I seeing things?

I didn’t move. My brain simply shut down. And he wasn’t even in one of his intimidating suits. He wore a simple black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, and sweatpants low enough to hint at the toned body beneath. His hair was slightly messy, as if he’d run his hands through it one too many times.

Damn him, he still looked perfect. He could wear a trash bag, and it would still belong on the cover of a magazine.

I was still staring at him like a fool when his deep voice cut through the kitchen.

“How long are you going to keep standing there, Miss Grace?”

I froze, my whole body locking up. Heat surged to my neck, and I quickly looked away.

“S–sorry, sir,” I stammered, eyes glued to the floor. “I’ll leave right now. I was just looking for my dress.”

There was a pause. Apollo didn’t respond immediately. He removed the frying pan from the heat, slid the eggs onto a plate, and finally turned to face me.

His hazel eyes met mine instantly, calm as if nothing had happened yesterday. He carried the plate to the dining table, and only then did I notice everything laid out. It wasn’t just one plate, there were several dishes, eggs, toast,

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fruit, a bowl of soup, even pancakes.

My jaw dropped.

Did he really make all this himself? My mouth watered at the sight, but I forced myself to look away, clamping my lips shut.

“Are you hungry?” Apollo asked, his voice a low growl. I opened my mouth to refuse, but at that exact moment, my stomach betrayed me with a loud, rumbling growl.

I pressed a hand to my stomach.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“I see,” he said, his tone almost indifferent. He settled into the chair across from me, arms and legs crossed, his gaze slowly drifting down my body as if appraising a work of art. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I made everything.”

“I—”

“Sit down and eat, Miss Grace. We have a lot to talk about.”

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