Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 30

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

“Let’s have sex, Miss Grace.”

Grace

I turned my gaze away from him, instinctively.

I had to do it.

His eyes were piercing, and I felt as though they were peeling back the layers of my soul. My heart raced, a tumult of emotions crashing over me like a relentless tide—desire, pleasure, confusion—but at the forefront was an overwhelming sense of one feeling I couldn’t shake.

Shame.

I loathed myself for allowing this to spiral out of control once more.

Why did I keep walking into these situations? What was it about him that drew me back, time and again? Perhaps there was a twisted part of me that craved this chaos. Even now, as the warmth of his touch still lingered on my skin, all I could think about was how I wished I could turn back time, to relive that moment when he had taken me to the edge of bliss.

But I refused to meet his gaze. I couldn’t bear to see that look again—the one that made me feel like nothing more than a woman bartering her body for fleeting pleasure.

That night had been a blur. I had been intoxicated, desperate, and utterly broken.

But now? What was my excuse? Lust?

If anyone were to discover what had just transpired between us, it would mirror the very accusations he had once hurled at me. No, it would be worse. I would be labeled as the employee who had crossed the line with her boss.

It would obliterate everything I had worked tirelessly to build over the years. It would validate my parents’ beliefs that women should abandon their ambitions to settle down and raise families instead.

With trembling fingers, I adjusted my panties, trying to smooth the damp fabric that clung uncomfortably to my thighs. My hands instinctively reached to fix my disheveled hair, still quaking from the intensity of the moment. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him.

“I—I’m so sorry,” I murmured, my voice barely escaping my lips.

It felt as though I was trying to speak underwater.

I attempted to rise, but my legs felt like jelly, still weak from the pleasure he had coaxed from me moments ago. My thighs quivered, and my knees threatened to give way, but I pushed through. I stood up from the desk, tugging the hem of my dress down in a futile attempt to regain my composure, to piece together the fragments of the professional woman I was supposed to be.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I repeated, this time with more conviction. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

I could feel his gaze burning into me, but I still refused to look up. I was already drowning in feelings of worthlessness; I didn’t need his eyes to deepen the wound. I simply wished to apologize and escape before he decided to dismiss me himself.

“Why are you apologizing?” he asked, his voice low and icy, almost… offended.

I froze, my heart racing as I licked my lips, finally managing to stammer a response. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have laid down on your desk. I shouldn’t have even come into your office in the first place. If I hadn’t—”

I cut myself off, the breath hitching in my throat.

Apollo took a step closer, and I instinctively stepped back, my back hitting the cool wall behind me. I was cornered.

He reached out, his finger gently but firmly lifting my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

His eyes were colder than I had ever seen them.

I swallowed hard, my entire body trembling under the weight of his stare.

A slight curve of his lips revealed a hint of white teeth, but there was no trace of amusement in his expression.

“You laid on my desk?” he repeated slowly, his tone low and dangerous. “So you’re suggesting you did everything yourself, Miss Grace? That I was so inconsequential, so invisible, you think you came on your own?”

My lips parted in shock. I shook my head vigorously. “N-no, I didn’t mean—”

He stepped closer, and suddenly there was no space left between us. His body pressed against mine, radiating warmth that sent my heart racing.

I bit my lip, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggled to maintain my composure.

His voice was a low growl, vibrating through me when he spoke again. “Then why the hell are you apologizing,” he demanded, “when I was the one who kept you on that desk and brought you pleasure?”

I blinked up at him, my heart pounding wildly.

Why was he upset that I was apologizing?

Everything within me turned to ice.

I slowly looked up at him, my eyes wide with horror. “You… knew?”

“What do you think?” he retorted, a mocking tone in his voice.

Oh, God.

He knew. He knew I was the woman from that night—the one who had called him Daddy, who had cried over her ex like a pathetic mess. The one who had given herself to him completely, without even knowing who he truly was. The one who had called him an asshole and hurled something at him afterward, blaming him for taking advantage of my vulnerability.

I had walked into his company believing I could hide my past, thinking he wouldn’t remember. That maybe I could outrun the shadows of my history. But no. From the very beginning, I had been part of his game. Just another pawn on his chessboard.

“You knew.” I whispered again, the weight of the realization crushing me.

He leaned closer, his face inches from mine, his breath brushing against my cheek. The warmth sent a shiver down my spine.

“I hope you had a delightful time trying to deceive me, Miss Grace,” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. “Because it was truly entertaining.”

I attempted to step back, to create even the slightest bit of distance between us, but there was nowhere to go. My back pressed firmly against the wall, and he loomed right in front of me.

“Now that you’ve shared your thoughts,” he said, his tone indifferent, “I presume you’ve come back to your senses. Or do you have something else to add?”

I looked down, avoiding his penetrating gaze, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. I shook my head, unable to muster any more words.

“Good.”

He straightened, adjusting his cuffs as though this were merely another business meeting.

“Then I propose a deal.”

My head snapped up in surprise. “A deal?” I asked, confusion flooding my mind, uncertain whether to feel hopeful or horrified.

His eyes locked onto mine once more. “I want to finish what I started. Let’s have sex, Miss Grace.”