Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 21

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

He was an imposing figure, towering and formidable.

Grace

“Get on your knees,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble that brooked no argument.

I stood frozen, the weight of his words reverberating through the office like a thunderclap.

Did he really just say that? My gaze darted to his face, desperately searching for any hint of humor, a smirk, a flicker of mirth that would indicate this was all some twisted jest. But there was nothing—his expression remained as cold and unyielding as stone.

And then I questioned myself more deeply: would a man like him even comprehend the concept of humor? He struck me as someone who might order an execution for the slightest infraction, let alone indulge in a joke.

I licked my lips, attempting to suppress the heat that surged up my spine. “Hah… I must be hearing things. This fear is clearly messing with my head,” I muttered under my breath, trying to convince myself of my own denial.

As I reached to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind my ear, I suddenly remembered the wig I was wearing. Panic surged through me. God forbid it slipped and revealed my true identity. That would spell disaster.

He tilted his head ever so slightly, his gaze sharp and predatory, as if he were a hawk observing a mouse trying to escape.

“Miss…” His eyes flickered momentarily to my chest. “Grace.”

My name, spoken by him, sounded dangerous, as if it had been stripped from me and transformed into something sinister.

“Yes, sir?” I managed to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Do I look like I have time for games?” he asked, his tone low and menacing. He didn’t need to raise his voice; there was an intensity in his gaze that made my stomach churn, as if I had committed some grave offense just by existing in his presence. Perhaps it was the disparity in our ages, or perhaps it was simply him.

“Or…” He leaned in slightly, his piercing gaze pinning me in place, “would you prefer to witness what I’m like when I get serious?”

I shook my head, my heart racing wildly in my chest.

“Then be good, and do as I asked.”

The way he articulated that command sent a jolt of electricity down my spine. My body reacted instinctively, even before my mind could process what was happening. A familiar warmth pulsed through me, one that I had come to recognize all too well. Ever since that fateful night, I couldn’t shake the memory of his hands, the way he had touched me as if he understood every secret I tried to hide. It was as if he could read my body better than I could.

“Yes, sir,” I found myself murmuring, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

This is absurd. This is outrageous.

So why—why was I moving toward him? Why couldn’t I tear my gaze away?

He sat there, legs slightly parted, his hazel eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that held me captive. I stopped just a breath away from him, and slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, I sank to my knees.

This felt like a scene ripped straight from the kind of movie I usually watched when I was alone. The woman would be on her knees, eyes wide and breath shallow, while the impossibly attractive man loomed over her, his gaze possessive and commanding.

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Except this was no film.

This was reality. And the woman kneeling in front of him was me.

The moment my knees made contact with the plush carpet, a wave of reality crashed over me. My eyes instinctively dropped to the floor, too terrified to meet his gaze, especially not to look at him directly. And certainly not at the area below his waist.

God. Especially not there.

A heat coiled low in my abdomen, and I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what was happening. Why had I obeyed him? Why had I lowered myself like some obedient pet?

I swallowed hard.

I mean, people only tell pets to get on their knees. And who does that? Who just drops to their knees when commanded?

I barely had time to chastise myself before I felt his long fingers gently tilting my chin upward.

My breath caught in my throat, and I looked up. He was studying me, his gaze intense, as if he were trying to unravel a complex puzzle. His hazel eyes had darkened, and for a fleeting moment, I lost the ability to breathe.

I tried to divert my gaze, but my eyes betrayed me, dropping to the bulge pressing against the luxurious fabric of his pants.

He was so big.

My lips parted in shock, and something deep within me stirred. I shouldn’t be thinking this. I shouldn’t be imagining how something like that would even fit, or how it would feel inside me.

“Ah, it seems I’ve lost my mind,” he murmured, almost to himself, as if he were grappling with a chaotic thought.

I looked back up, startled. He ran a hand through his dark hair, eyes closed momentarily. Just like that, every coherent thought I had evaporated.

I wanted to touch him.

I longed to know what it would feel like if he reached out to me again.

“S-Sir?” I whispered, despising the breathless quality of my voice.

Apollo’s expression darkened, but not in that usual predatory manner. This was something different. He looked… concerned. But just as quickly, that emotion vanished, replaced by his typical stoicism.

“How is he?” Apollo asked, his voice low and steady.

Chase straightened, clearly trying to maintain his composure. “The accident wasn’t serious. He’s at the hospital for treatment. The doctor says he just needs rest.”

Apollo nodded slowly, slipping one hand into his pocket. He displayed little emotion, yet I noticed the way his jaw clenched, as if his mind was already racing ahead, plotting his next moves.

“Alright,” he said finally. “Since Austin isn’t here to drive, postpone the meeting with the victim’s parents.”

Wait. What?

That caught my attention. Victim’s parents? Was he referring to the family involved in the PR case, the one that had entangled a celebrity and an accident? I thought they had refused to meet. Had he somehow managed to persuade them?

And if it was merely about a driver, why not hire someone else? Chase could drive. Or he could drive himself if it was truly just Austin he needed.

Chase cleared his throat, his voice shaky. “That’s why I came in, sir. We can’t postpone the meeting. They said this is the only chance they’re giving. If we don’t show up today, they won’t talk to us again.”

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“Chance?” Apollo echoed, the word dripping with sarcasm. “Funny they call it a chance when I threatened them.”

“Sir, we have to meet with them today, or it will be harder to deal with the fallout,” Chase insisted, desperation creeping into his voice.

Apollo exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple, his expression strained. He looked as though this entire situation was spiraling beyond his control.

And, in a moment of utter foolishness, I opened my mouth.

“I can drive.”

Both men turned to me, surprise etched on their faces.

I knew this was a reckless move, but my mind had already connected the dots. If I helped him, perhaps he would forget about the book. Maybe he’d even be grateful enough to spare me if I revealed that I was the woman from that night.

I offered an awkward smile, trying to project confidence. “I mean, I can drive you there. If that’s all that’s holding this up.”

Chase’s eyes widened as he glanced at Apollo, whose expression darkened further.

Huh? Did I say something wrong?