Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 15

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

Did you come?

Grace

The door swung open with a force that made my heart leap into my throat. I nearly leaped from the bed in surprise.

“What happened?!” Eleanor’s voice thundered through the room as she stormed in, clutching a dumbbell in one hand, brandishing it like she was prepared to take on an army. Wyatt trailed closely behind her, wearing an apron emblazoned with the words, “I’m the best husband and father in the world,” and wielding a spoon as if it were a knight’s sword.

“Is someone here?!” Eleanor demanded, her eyes wide with a mixture of panic and fury. “Do I need to kill?!”

I blinked at them, still perched on the edge of my bed, my phone clutched tightly in my hand as if it might detonate. “Eleanor?”

“What?! What is it?!” she barked, adrenaline radiating off her like heat from a fire. “What happened? Was it that stupid ex of yours again? I swear to God—”

“I think I’m blind,” I stated numbly, the words tumbling out before I could fully process them.

Wyatt approached cautiously, concern etched on his face. “Is it your eyes? Are you in pain? Do we need to go to the hospital?!”

I shook my head slowly, my gaze still locked on my phone. “No. I—I saw money in my account.”

Eleanor and Wyatt froze, their expressions shifting from alarm to confusion as they exchanged glances.

Eleanor tilted her head, her brow furrowing. “Okay… and that’s not a good thing?”

Wordlessly, I extended my phone towards her, my heart racing. “Tell me what number you see.”

She took it from me, her demeanor casual at first. But as her eyes scanned the screen, they widened in disbelief. In an instant, she shrieked and flung the phone away from her as if it had bitten her.

“Oh my fucking God!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls.

Wyatt dove to retrieve the phone, coughing slightly as he read the notification. “H-Hmm—this says ten million dollars.”

“Ten million,” Eleanor echoed, her voice still tinged with shock. “Who the hell sends ten million dollars to someone? What are you, a secret royal? A sugar baby? A—wait,” she squinted at me. “It’s not like you slept with a rich billionaire or something.”

I let out a dramatic groan, collapsing back onto the bed with a heavy sigh. “Aaaaahh. Please kill me. Eleanor, murder me now. End me. I deserve it.”

Eleanor’s jaw dropped, her eyes wide with disbelief. “No way. Don’t tell me, Grace, did you hook up with someone last night?! That’s why you looked like a disaster this morning?!”

Wyatt shook his head, a frown deepening on his face. “Stop it, Eleanor. Don’t say stuff like that. Grace’s not the type of person to—”

He halted mid-sentence, and we both locked eyes, the realization washing over us. My cheeks flamed a deep crimson.

“Grace?” he asked gently, his voice laced with concern, but I could see the horror creeping into his expression.

“Oh my God,” Eleanor breathed, her voice a mix of delight and scandal. “You did.”

I buried my face in the pillow, wishing I could disappear. “I was drunk. I thought it was a dream. And we didn’t go all the way!”

“Fuck. Fuck. Okay, but like, how far did you and this guy go?” Eleanor pressed, her curiosity piqued.

I stared at her, horrified by the implications of her question.

“Well?”

I averted my gaze, my cheeks burning hotter. “We… he… I…”

“Okay, escorts don’t make that kind of money. If they did, I would’ve signed up myself,” she quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow at her, clearly unimpressed, and she laughed, “Kidding! I’m a happily married woman with kids.”

He turned back to me, concern etched on his features. “You’re seriously thinking of sending it back?”

“Why are you guys panicking? Ten million is probably nothing to him. You didn’t steal it; relax,” Eleanor added, trying to reassure me.

“I have to return it,” I stated firmly, my resolve solidifying. “I’ll never have peace of mind otherwise. He thinks I sold myself. I have to apologize and return the money. It’s about my pride.”

“Sometimes, you’re too nice for your own good, you know that?”

“Maybe, but I have to make this right.”

She sighed, her shoulders drooping slightly. “Fine. I’ll do some research. Figure out who the mystery billionaire is and where he lives or works. I’ll even help you craft the apology.”

A genuine smile broke across my face, relief flooding through me. “Thank you.”

She ruffled my hair affectionately. “Now freshen up and come eat before I force-feed you eggs. You slept in the car, and Wyatt had to carry you inside. You must be drained.”

Wyatt flashed me an encouraging smile before following Eleanor out. “You did good, Grace. No shame in being a little lost right now.”

Being two years older, Wyatt and Eleanor often treated me like the baby sister they needed to shield from the world’s harsh realities.

Once the door clicked shut behind them, I let myself fall back onto the bed, the weight of the morning’s chaos swirling in my mind.

My first orgasm, and it came with ten million dollars. I closed my eyes, whispering to myself, “I’m never drinking again.”