Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 66

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

“Can I ask you for a favor?”

**Grace**

I had promised myself that his words would no longer catch me off guard, yet here I was, utterly astonished. My mouth hung open, and I felt as if the air had been snatched from my lungs. My eyes, unbidden, widened in disbelief.

“W-what?” I stammered, the confusion swirling within me like a tempest.

A sexual relationship with him? Was he genuinely serious about this?

He wanted to continue our intimate encounters?

My heart raced violently against my ribs, each thud echoing in my ears like a distant drumbeat. For a fleeting moment, I questioned whether this was merely a figment of my imagination, a bizarre dream conjured by the exhaustion of the previous night.

“I asked if you wanted to be the woman I take to my bed,” he stated, his voice devoid of any inflection. Apollo stood before me, tall and imposing, his eyes locked onto mine as if he were peeling back the layers of my thoughts, patiently awaiting my response.

I lowered my gaze, unable to withstand the intensity of his stare. My mind was a chaotic whirlwind, thoughts colliding in a disorganized frenzy.

Strangely, I felt a sense of calm wash over me this time.

The first time he had broached such a subject, I had been a complete mess. Confusion, fear, and anxiety had consumed me as I grappled with the implications of such a decision and the boundaries I would be crossing if I acquiesced.

Now, while I still felt those familiar emotions, there was something else stirring within me—an unfamiliar resilience.

If your boss approached you for a sexual relationship once, and you agreed, what would you do if he returned, seeking to make it a regular arrangement?

Would most people leap at the opportunity, especially if their boss was as striking as Apollo? Or would they sprint in the opposite direction, desperate to erase the memory of such an encounter?

What would the old me have done?

The old me would have overanalyzed every aspect. She would have tangled herself in a web of concerns, prioritizing everyone else’s feelings over her own. She would have turned him down, even if her heart whispered a different answer, convinced that self-denial was the noble path.

But after last night… perhaps I was ready to abandon that mindset.

I no longer wished to dwell on notions of right or wrong. The reality was stark: my fears had already manifested. I had crossed that line. I had already shared a bed with my boss.

When I finally lifted my gaze again, I found his eyes still fixed on me, unwavering.

“Can I ask you for a favor?” I ventured, my voice barely above a whisper.

One of his eyebrows arched in surprise, the only indication that my calm demeanor had taken him aback.

I curled my fingers into my palm, my nails digging into my skin. What I was about to propose felt audacious, reckless, and potentially perilous. But he was the only person I knew who possessed the influence to confront the man I needed to be rid of.

My pride could take a backseat; my safety and that of my loved ones were paramount.

“Can you help me get rid of someone?” I asked, my heart racing.

He tilted his head slightly, curiosity flashing in his eyes. “Who?”

“Mr. Grayson,” I murmured, my voice barely audible. “The politician. Please, keep him out of my life.”

“Why?” he queried, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Suddenly, the atmosphere between us shifted, becoming awkward and tense. I scratched the back of my head, avoiding his gaze. How could I possibly introduce this topic without sounding utterly ridiculous?

My lips twisted in frustration as I recalled the harsh words I had hurled at him the day we first crossed paths. “Who the hell wants to see your face again anyway?! You think I’m just some pathetic girl you can buy off?! Go to hell, you heartless jerk! I’d rather die than stay in the same place as you!”

I swallowed hard, the weight of reality pressing down on me. I didn’t just work for him; he had penetrated deeper into my life than any boss should ever dare.

“That day,” I began, my voice quieter now, “when we first… you know, shared that moment.” I glanced at him quickly before looking away. “Chase sent me ten million dollars.”

His expression remained unfazed. “What about it?”

I almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. So he truly knew the exact figure? What else could I expect from a man whose wealth allowed him to purchase a book for half a million?

Regardless, I needed to see this through.

I slid down from the counter, my feet touching the ground with a soft thud. His eyes remained fixed on me, tracking my every movement.

I needed to stand tall for this.

I stepped closer, closing the distance until I was merely a few feet away from him. My heart raced faster with each step, but I held my head high.

“That night was an accident,” I blurted out in one breath. “I didn’t enter your room with intent; I was drunk, and things just… happened. I didn’t even mean it when I mentioned the amount of money I desired. There was a misunderstanding between us, and I take responsibility for that. I sincerely apologize.”

“I’d also like to return the money to you.”