Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 46

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

**Let’s Give Him a Chance**

**Apollo**

“Lick it.”

The command echoed through the vast hall, slicing the atmosphere with a sharpness that felt almost tangible. An oppressive silence enveloped the room, as if the very air had thickened with tension, rendering time itself immobile. Every gaze was fixed, every breath held, as the weight of my words settled heavily upon the boy kneeling before me, his world collapsing in an instant.

He looked up, his face a canvas of shock and disbelief, a storm of emotions swirling in his wide eyes. The boy’s lips trembled, as though he were grappling with the absurdity of my demand, desperately searching for a glimmer of understanding that simply wasn’t there.

“W-what…?” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile reality around him.

“I didn’t stutter, did I?” I replied, my gaze piercing him with an icy detachment. “I trust that English is your first language. Or are two simple words too challenging for you to comprehend?”

His eyes darted between me and the floor, a slow shake of his head betraying the inner turmoil that raged within him. He clung to a desperate hope, believing that somehow he could rise above this humiliation, that he could escape the degradation I was so willingly imposing upon him.

“I…” he began, his voice faltering, “Mr. Apollo… I—”

“I won’t repeat myself,” I interjected, my tone leaving no room for negotiation, a finality that resonated in the silence that followed.

He swallowed hard, the desperation evident in his eyes, as if he were silently pleading for a miracle to intervene, wishing fervently for the ground to open up and swallow him whole, to free him from this unbearable moment.

Behind me, Austin finally broke the tense silence. “Mr. Apollo…”

I didn’t bother to glance back at him. Instead, I tilted my head slightly, intrigued by the shift in the atmosphere. “Do you think this is heartless?” I asked, my voice low and contemplative.

Austin’s silence was deafening, a response in itself, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

“Alright then,” I continued, shifting my stance ever so slightly, allowing a hint of amusement to dance in my eyes. “Let’s give him a chance. Since fairness seems to be the theme of the evening.”

The boy visibly relaxed, a flicker of hope igniting in his expression, as if a lifeline had been thrown his way.

I raised my wrist, glancing at my watch, the action deliberate and slow. “You have one minute,” I stated, tapping the watch face for emphasis. “If even a single person steps forward to plead on your behalf, I’ll let this go.”

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stumbled to his feet, pivoting to face the crowd, desperation etched across his features.

“Please!” he shouted, his voice cracking under the strain of his urgency. “Someone! Anyone! Help me! He said he’ll let me go if someone just speaks up!”

He scanned the faces around him, but the laughter that had filled the room moments ago had evaporated, replaced by a cold indifference. People who had shared drinks and jokes with him mere moments ago now averted their gazes, refusing to meet his pleading eyes, as if he were a ghost haunting their memories.

“What are you doing?!” he cried out, his voice rising in urgency, cracking with the weight of his despair. “He said one person! I’m begging you!”

“You!” he shouted, pointing at a man lounging near the bar, his face a mask of discomfort. “We went to university together! You know me! Just say something!”

The man shifted uncomfortably, his expression hardening. “Don’t drag me into this. I’m not getting involved… with him.”

The boy’s desperation deepened as he turned to another acquaintance. “Jade! You were at my party last month! You drank my liquor, and you said we were friends!”

Jade folded her arms tightly, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor, refusing to acknowledge him as if he were a mere figment of her imagination.

Panic began to seep into the boy’s voice, his words becoming more frantic, more urgent. “I’ll pay you back! I swear! Please, just step forward! Someone say something! He’s giving me a chance!”

Silence hung heavy in the air, thickening the tension, the weight of indifference almost suffocating.

He turned to the guy beside him, his voice trembling with desperation. “Tommy… come on, man. Please. You’ve got to help me.”

Tommy shrugged dismissively, a sneer curling his lips. “Don’t involve my name in your mess,” he shot back, taking a deliberate step back as if the very act of standing near him was contagious. “You brought this on yourself.”

The boy’s expression was one of utter defeat, as if he had been struck across the face. He dropped to his knees, eyes wide with disbelief, the realization settling in that everyone around him was turning their backs, pretending he didn’t exist, as if he were nothing more than a shadow.

A voice from the back of the crowd scoffed. “Why would anyone stick their neck out for a guy who humiliates women for fun?”

“He’s a ticking time bomb,” another voice chimed in, low and conspiratorial. “He treats people like this, but cries like a baby when it turns on him.”

“No one asked you to step on that waitress last time either, remember?” someone else added, their tone dripping with disdain.

“He always pulls this crap, thinking money can fix everything. It’s satisfying to see someone with real power put him in his place.”

“Let him lick it. Maybe he’ll learn some humility.”

Austin let out a heavy sigh, the sound laced with disappointment.

“You call this a chance, sir?” he muttered just loud enough for me to catch. “You knew this would happen, didn’t you?”

My gaze remained fixed on the trembling figure before me, a mixture of pity and amusement swirling in my chest. “People are easy to read. Especially those who believe they hold power. They think they’re untouchable, above any consequences. But once you remind them that there’s always someone stronger, they learn quickly.”

“Is that so?” I replied, my voice calm and measured, the challenge hanging in the air.

The man’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him, the color draining from his face.

“M-Mr. Apollo… you’re—”

I didn’t bother to respond, my attention shifting past him to the older man who had just entered. He didn’t need to announce himself; his aura spoke volumes, commanding respect and attention. Dressed in a sharp, black suit, he was flanked by at least ten imposing figures, each one exuding an air of authority that demanded submission.

He stood there, a bemused smile on his face, as if he were watching a play unfold, a spectator to the chaos. His gaze drifted to the boy crumpled on the floor before flicking back to me, the smile on his lips widening with amusement, a predator observing its prey.

The boy’s father finally regained his voice, his facade of authority cracking. “Troy… what the hell did you do?”

The boy, still on his knees, stammered, “I-I…”

“Use your goddamn words, boy,” the father insisted, his tone dripping with impatience.

“I told him to… to lick my shoes.”

Troy swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper as he continued, “And now he wants me to lick the wine on the floor. Father, it’s degrading. I can’t possibly do that. I won’t be able to show my face again. Please, beg him for me. Please.”

His father fell silent, his expression unreadable as he stepped forward, the weight of his authority pressing down on Troy. His shoes echoed ominously against the marble floor until he loomed over his sniveling son. Without warning, he seized Troy by the back of the head and forced him down, the sharp crack of his forehead meeting the cold floor reverberating through the hall, a brutal reminder of the consequences of arrogance.

He crouched beside him, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “If you want to keep living the life of a rich man’s child…” he warned, “and not wake up tomorrow in a gutter with nothing to your name, then go ahead.”

He gripped Troy’s face with a brutal force, pushing it lower. “Lick it like a dog.”

**Conclusion**

In the aftermath of this harrowing scene, the hall was thick with an uneasy tension, each breath echoing the weight of the choices made. Troy, once a figure of arrogance and entitlement, now lay crumpled on the floor, stripped of his bravado and forced to confront the reality of his actions. The crowd, which had once laughed and cheered him on, now stood in stunned silence, witnessing the unraveling of a young man who had taken his privilege for granted. In that moment, the air was heavy with the realization that no one was truly untouchable; the very foundations of power could crumble in an instant. As Troy’s father loomed over him, the message was clear: the consequences of one’s actions are inescapable, and the façade of superiority can be shattered by the very people one believes to be beneath them.

Yet amid the chaos, a flicker of hope lingered, not for Troy, but for those who witnessed this moment of reckoning. The silence that followed was not just a testament to the gravity of the situation but a chance for reflection. Those who had turned their backs now faced a choice of their own: to continue the cycle of indifference or to rise above it, to foster a sense of empathy and understanding for those who have fallen. As the crowd began to disperse, whispers of change began to ripple through the air, hinting at the possibility of a new narrative—one where compassion could replace cruelty, and where true strength lay not in dominance, but in the courage to stand up for what is right. In the distance, across the skies, hope awaited, ready to be found by those willing to seek it.

**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**

In the next chapter, readers can expect the tension to escalate as the consequences of Apollo’s ruthless game unfold. With Troy’s father now embroiled in the chaos, the stakes have risen dramatically. His authoritative presence promises not only a confrontation with Apollo but also a deeper exploration of the power dynamics at play. Will Troy find an ally in his father, or will he face the harsh reality of his upbringing and the expectations that come with it? The clash between Apollo’s cold indifference and the father’s fierce protectiveness will ignite a battle of wills that could change everything for Troy.

As the crowd watches in a mix of horror and fascination, the atmosphere thickens with anticipation. Will anyone dare to intervene, or are they too caught up in the spectacle of humiliation? The chapter will delve into the moral complexities of the onlookers, revealing hidden alliances and unspoken grudges that could either save or doom Troy. With each passing moment, the tension will build, leading to a revelation that could redefine the relationships between the characters. Readers will be left questioning how far each character is willing to go to protect their own interests, and whether redemption is possible for a boy brought low by his own arrogance.