Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 56

**Across Distant Skies Lies Hope Waiting To Be Found by Kade Rowan Flint 56**

“Let’s get you treated before I ruin you.”

**Grace**

A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirled in my mind as I made my way here. After hastily leaving Charles’s house, I found myself heading directly to the company, driven by an urgency that felt almost primal. I didn’t stop to consider the consequences; I simply climbed into a cab and told the driver the address, my heart racing with every passing moment.

When I approached the security guard at the entrance, he froze momentarily, his eyes widening in recognition. I could see the flicker of memory spark in his gaze, recalling the events of that fateful night. This time, however, he didn’t attempt to send me away. Instead, he offered me a knowing smile and remarked, “Mr. Apollo’s not around.”

Disappointment washed over me like a cold wave.

The day was nearing its end, and with it, my opportunity to say yes was slipping away, like sand through my fingers.

Just as I was about to turn back, feeling the weight of missed chances, I unexpectedly bumped into the vice president. Her expression was unreadable, a mixture of curiosity and perhaps something deeper. I stood there, speechless, and to my surprise, she simply looked at me once, handed me an address and a key, and told me to have fun.

Under normal circumstances, I would have questioned her sanity. What kind of boss casually hands over a key to another boss’s house as if it were a piece of candy? But in that moment, I lacked the energy to argue. I accepted the key, muttered a quiet thank you, and hurriedly left.

And now, here I stood, in front of Apollo Reed, half-clad, soaked to the skin, and trembling like a complete fool.

Apollo was seated behind his desk, his sleeves rolled up, the top buttons of his shirt undone, his tie nowhere in sight. His dark, penetrating eyes were fixed on me, and I could feel their intensity on my skin, tracing every curve and contour, sending a thrilling jolt down my spine.

“I accept your proposal,” I said, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. “Please, make love to me, sir.”

The moment those words escaped my lips, a wave of horror washed over me, and my cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

Did I truly just say that out loud?

The logical part of my mind screamed at me to grab my hoodie, flee, and disappear into a bottomless pit of shame. But I didn’t move. My longing for this enigmatic, confusing, undeniably handsome man eclipsed every ounce of embarrassment coursing through me.

Apollo remained silent, simply observing me. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk, as if he were deep in thought.

The silence stretched out, and my nerves twisted tighter, each second feeling like an eternity.

What if this was a mistake? What if I had arrived too late? What if he no longer desired me? Perhaps he preferred the chase, the thrill of the unattainable, rather than having me standing here, vulnerable and trembling, offering myself like a moth drawn to a flame.

My legs quivered beneath me.

I took a small step back, opening my mouth to speak. “I—”

“What happened to your forehead?” he interjected, cutting me off with an unexpected flatness.

I blinked, momentarily taken aback. “What?”

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as he scrutinized me. “Your head. You’re bleeding.”

Oh.

I raised my hand instinctively to touch the wound, wincing slightly as my fingers brushed against the cut. I had completely forgotten about it in the whirlwind of emotions.

“I tripped,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You tripped?” he echoed, clearly unimpressed.

“Yes,” I replied quickly, avoiding his penetrating gaze. “It was an accident.”

The room felt colder now, though perhaps it was just my own rising anxiety. I had stripped down to entice him, but I probably just looked pitiful.

Doubt began to creep in, and I started to wonder if I had made a grave mistake.

The rhythmic tapping of his fingers halted.

Apollo stood from his chair, retrieving the jacket that had been resting casually on the back of it. My eyes were glued to him, unable to look away.

Only then did I truly notice his height, the way he towered over me, broad and commanding. It struck me differently now, watching him approach with purpose.

God, I thought he was about to do something entirely different. Instead, here I was, pressed against the wall, cheeks flushed, while he casually reached for a first aid kit.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, his tone light yet probing.

I shook my head quickly, desperate to dispel the tension. “O-of course not. Nothing’s wrong.”

He tilted his head, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Were you expecting something else?”

I shook my head harder, clutching his jacket tighter around me. “No. It’s not like that. I was just… caught off guard.”

“I’m serious, I was not thinking about anyth—”

My words were abruptly cut off as I felt his arm wrap around my waist.

I barely had time to gasp.

With a swift motion, he lifted me effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing at all. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, my breath catching in my throat as I felt my wet underwear cling to his shirt. He gripped my backside to hold me steady, his other hand still casually clutching the first aid kit.

I bit my lower lip hard, stifling the sound that threatened to escape. My entire body trembled, a chaotic mix of need, embarrassment, and desire intertwining within me.

He carried me effortlessly across the room and set me down on the edge of his desk, his hand lingering at my waist.

I looked up at him, my breath shaky, my legs still wrapped around him. He stood so close, a towering presence that made my heart race.

His face was a mask of calm, but I could see the way his eyes darkened with something deeper.

My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

“Sir…” I whispered, unsure of what I was even trying to convey.

He leaned in, his voice low and steady, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re already shaking, and I haven’t even touched you yet. Let’s get you treated before I ruin you.”