All Chapters of Please Me, Mr. Reed: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

GraceSometimes, the best way to shut someone up was to put them in their place.When I was younger, my mother always emphasized beauty. To her, a beautiful woman always had her way in life. That was the only reason she could tolerate me, because I was beautiful. I never understood the obsession. People told me I was pretty, men flirted, women compared each other, but I never thought beauty was the currency of my worth.That was why I never hesitated to dress this way. In fact, it was far more comfortable than how my mother wanted me to dress. I didn’t need to pile on makeup, or wear heels that dug into my feet, or push-up bras.But ever since I joined this company, my appearance had been belittled, mocked, and humiliated, especially by the woman in front of me. Piper.I was the kind of woman who believed all women should support each other, no matter how they looked, but this was the last straw. I was done being their easy target. If Piper and her little clique were so fixated on ap

GraceThe first time Eleanor ever dug up something about my boss, she’d shoved her phone in my face. On the screen was a picture of a younger version of the man I’d almost had a one-night stand with, standing beside a breathtakingly beautiful woman.At first, I panicked, thinking I’d been sexual with a married man. But then I found out the woman was his late wife, and first love.Elodie Reed.When I read the article attached, it felt like I was reading a fairytale. They had been high school sweethearts. She was a transfer student, and a scholarship kid at a school for the wealthy. She was stunning, the kind of girl who made people stare, every boy in school tripping over himself to win her attention. Every boy, except Apollo, the hottest guy in school.Of course, that didn’t stop the girls from despising her. They bullied her relentlessly, terrified she’d catch the eye of Apollo. In the article I read, Apollo and Elodie had met by accident. She’d mistaken a group of suited men trying

GraceHalf the ride, I was holding my breath.If I let my nerves show for even a second, I was certain I’d either fling myself off the bike or somehow get us into an accident. My arms tightened around River’s waist, my chest pressed to his back, my knuckles white from gripping him so hard. I must have looked ridiculous, clinging for dear life, but survival was survival.Some twisted part of me thought that if I slipped, maybe he’d fall with me, at least then I wouldn’t meet God alone. But the thought vanished as quickly as it came. I didn’t want anything to happen to River. He was a good person. Annoying, yes, especially with the way he laughed every time I jolted when the bike leaned.When the engine finally cut off, I opened my eyes. We were already parked in front of my place. I sighed in relief. My chest rose and fell, my lungs desperate for air.I didn't even realize I was still hugging him.“Is my back that comfortable that you refuse to let go?” River’s voice was far too amused

GraceI stared at my phone, tilting my head like the glass screen could give me the answers I wanted. It didn’t. No matter how much I thought about it, I still couldn’t understand that call from last night.I didn’t even need to ask who it was, Charles’s drunken slur was hard to mistake. But why would he call me out of nowhere, say he loved me, then hang up?It didn’t make sense.Not that anything about Charles or his family ever made sense. For the sake of my mental health, I’d sworn I wouldn’t think about them anymore. But, the call lingered in the back of my mind.What was even stranger was the silence that followed. None of them had tried to bother me. Mr. Grayson had given me a day to think about his offer. I never got back to him, and yet my phone didn’t light up with his calls, angry messages, and threats.I let my gaze wander across the room until it landed on Mr. Reed’s window. My stomach tightened. Could it be him?Did Apollo step in? Did he warn Charles and his family to st

GraceMy eyes flew wide, one hand clutching his shoulder, the other pressed desperately over my mouth as I tried to stifle the sounds spilling out of me.My chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. My back ached against the hard desk, my legs parted shamelessly, and Apollo stood between them, a damn toy buzzing mercilessly against my clit.And all I could do was stare at the man who made me this way.He looked proud. That dangerous curve at the corner of his lips twitched, his gaze fixed on me like I was nothing but his masterpiece. His hand kept me pinned in place, preventing me from squirming away, but the pleasure was too much, making it impossible to stay still.Unbelievable. I couldn’t believe such a small thing could make a woman feel like this. It wasn’t his cock, nothing could compare to that, but still, it was so good. And when something felt this good, I knew one thing for sure, I absolutely shouldn’t be doing it in his office.I wasn’t a saint, yesterday had already proven t