Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 32

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

**CONTENT:** Will she make a deal with the devil?

**Apollo**

“You’re attracted to her!!” Genesis exclaimed, her voice reverberating through my office like thunder, causing the glass windows to tremble as if they shared in her shock.

I pressed my fingertips to my temple, a gesture of both frustration and disbelief, and leaned forward in my chair, already regretting not having thrown her out the moment Grace stormed away.

“You’re being excessively loud,” I muttered, rubbing my forehead in an attempt to alleviate the pressure building there.

“Seriously, Apollo, you’re really attracted to that girl,” she reiterated, this time enunciating each word with a deliberate slowness, as if she were struggling to comprehend the absurdity of the situation. “You, Apollo Reed, the man who seems to have an allergy to women.”

With a flourish, she plopped down into the chair opposite me, her eyes wide with disbelief and curiosity. “The last time I heard anything about you being with a woman, it was from the woman herself. Remember her? That blonde who cried to her high-society friends, boasting about how lucky she was to share your bed, until you just walked out without a word? That was a real scumbag move.”

I slowly lifted my head, tilting it as I pondered her words. The story sounded vaguely familiar, but the details were hazy.

Ah, yes.

“The clingy one,” I replied flatly, recalling the encounter with a hint of disdain. “I made my rules clear before we even started anything. But once we crossed that line, she completely disregarded them, trying to wake me up with pancakes and calling me ‘baby.’ It was revolting.”

Genesis let out a sharp exhale, her head shaking in disbelief. “That’s what women do when they’re interested in you, Apollo. It’s not disgusting; it’s basic human attachment.”

I leaned back in my chair, my gaze drifting toward the door, the very threshold where Grace had just exited. My thoughts wandered to her, to the way she had looked that morning, her eyes blazing with anger, convinced I had taken advantage of her. She had shouted, cursed, and even mustered the audacity to throw something at me. It was a refreshing change; she didn’t cry, cling, or plead. Instead, she unleashed a torrent of insults, calling me names that I couldn’t help but find amusing.

How fascinating it was that she could both infuriate and entertain me in equal measure.

Genesis followed my gaze, her eyebrows arching when she noticed my lingering stare at the door Grace had just disappeared through.

“Whoa, you really are attracted to her,” she remarked, her tone shifting to one of realization. “This is the first time I’ve seen you this focused on a woman since your wi—” She abruptly cut herself off, the unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

I turned to her, my expression unreadable.

She dropped her gaze, sensing the tension. “Never mind.”

A wise choice.

Genesis was not just my Vice President; she was my closest friend. Our bond had formed in childhood, a time when our parents had once entertained the idea of arranging a marriage between us. However, I had never been interested. To be honest, she had frightened me back then. And, of course, Genesis was unapologetically gay, having loved women for as long as I could remember.

Instead of pursuing that path, we had forged a friendship that had only grown stronger over the years. She had chosen to work for my company, particularly after my wife passed away, insisting that someone needed to keep an eye on me. She was one of the few people I could tolerate, despite being my polar opposite.

An uncomfortable silence stretched between us until, as if to shift the weight of the moment, she rose from her chair and stretched dramatically. “Anyway, I’m back! After a grueling twelve-hour flight, surrounded by three screaming babies. I’m so exhausted I could collapse right here on your bizarrely expensive carpet.”

“You can collapse after you give me your report,” I replied, my tone firm yet teasing.

Genesis groaned dramatically. “You really are a demon. You send me halfway across the world for a business deal, I land, walk straight into your office, and you’re already piling on tasks?”

“Well, well, this just got a lot more interesting,” Genesis remarked, letting out a low whistle, her grin curling like a cat that had just spotted its prey. “Oh, I also heard Austin’s sick.”

“And?” I prompted, not particularly interested in the gossip.

“And I also know you visited the girl’s parents yesterday. Which got me wondering…” She tilted her head, her curiosity insatiable. “Who drove you there? You haven’t touched a steering wheel in over a year. You wouldn’t even let me drive you. Don’t tell me… she was also the one—”

I didn’t bother denying it. Genesis would uncover the truth eventually. She was as nosy and meddlesome as my father, perhaps even worse, because she could never seem to sit still.

“Fucking hell,” she muttered under her breath, a grin spreading across her face. “This isn’t just interesting anymore. This is going to be fun.”

My thoughts drifted back to the car ride. I still couldn’t comprehend why I had allowed her to drive.

I never let anyone else take the wheel, except for Austin. And yet, her presence should have irritated me. Instead, I found myself watching her, listening to her, as if she were someone truly worth my attention.

My fingers drummed quietly against the edge of the desk, a rhythm that matched the tumultuous thoughts in my mind.

“You’re right,” I finally said, my voice low and contemplative. “This is going to be fun. It makes me wonder what she’ll choose.”

“Will she make a deal with the devil and finally discover what real pleasure feels like, or will she walk away, continuing to pretend she’s not starving for a touch?”

Genesis raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “And what do you think she’ll choose?”

A slow smile curled my lips, a hint of mischief dancing in my eyes. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”