All Chapters of Please Me, Daddy: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Grace“Aunt, Mommy said I should call you for breakfast. You’re going to be late for work!”There was a knock at the door followed by Lucas’s little voice shouting through it.I groaned softly, shifting under the blanket. The sheet was warm and tangled around my legs, and for a moment, I didn’t want to move. I clutched the blanket over my body, rolled onto my back, and blinked slowly at the ceiling, my mind still fuzzy.“Aunt, should I come in? You have to wake up, you have a very important event today!”Event?I frowned, blinking again as the words slowly made their way through my sleepy brain. Then it hit me. The gala!I jolted upright, the blanket slipping down and the cold air brushing against my bare skin. My heart skipped a beat as the memory of last night hit me like a freight train.“Apollo…” I whispered, my eyes locked on the phone sitting on the nightstand.Heat flushed my face as every detail came rushing back, the call, his voice, the way I had sounded saying his name, th

Grace“Would you like to kiss me, Grace?”That was what I heard. But I was sure, that was not what he had just said. River didn’t see me like that. To him, I was just a friend, maybe even like a sister. So why was he suddenly standing so close? Why was his hand tilting my chin up, his thumb brushing softly against my skin, like he was waiting for the slightest nod, the smallest sign that he could lean in and kiss me?My mind went blank.What was even happening right now? Was it the dress? Did it make him act this way?That didn’t make sense. Sure, I looked nice. But that didn’t mean he would be attracted to me. There were plenty of women with better figures, and they practically hovered around him every day, desperate for a glance. But he never cared. So why was he looking at me like that?“Grace.” His hand slid to my waist, holding me in place. He leaned in, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath brushing my lips. His voice dropped low, teasing, and dangerous. “If

Grace“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Mr. Aiden’s voice pulled me out of my daze.I turned to him. He was watching the crowd, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.“Thank God you recommended the big hall for it,” he said. “If we’d gone with the smaller one, we’d be drowning in complaints right now.”I nodded, trying to hide how off-balance I felt. “Yes, it’s really beautiful.”He gave a brief nod, still smiling, then gestured for me to follow. “Alright. Let’s go. Let me introduce you to some people.”We crossed the hall, weaving through servers and clusters of elegantly dressed guests until we stopped near a small group of sharply dressed people standing off to the side. Mr. Aiden paused beside them. “You guys, this is Grace, the intern. Most of you probably already know her.”One of the women in the group, probably in her mid-thirties, turned toward me, and smiled. “Of course we do, everyone in the company knows who she is. This is the smart intern you always seem to praise.” Her eyes

Grace I stood there, staring at the old man across from me. Mr. Reed looked at me with that same smile I’d seen back at the cafe, back when he was just an old man with a newspaper. But now that I knew who he really was, everything felt different. For a moment, I didn’t know how to act. He looked kind, and genuine, but the way his eyes lingered on me made the air awkward. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, pretending to look anywhere but directly at him. It was ridiculous. He hadn’t changed, but I suddenly didn’t know how to be around him. Just as I was trying to think of something to say, a server approached with a bright smile and a tray of champagne flutes. He stopped in front of me, and lifted one glass, offering it to me. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” he said politely, his tone respectful in a way that made me feel even more out of place. “Would you like a drink?” “I—” I started to refuse, but maybe a drink wouldn’t be such a bad idea. I’d promised myself not to get

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains references to sexual coercion and manipulation. Grace There was a time I was bitten by a dog. I was just seven years old. I remember the sharp pain tearing into my leg, the blood dripping down, the way my voice cracked as I screamed for help. I cried for anyone to come but nobody did. I had to drag myself to the hospital, shaking and terrified, my own small hands pressing against the wound to stop the bleeding. Then there was another time, when I was fifteen. I’d been sick for days, burning with fever, barely able to stand. My parents didn’t even notice. I remember staring at the ceiling, waiting for someone to check on me, and realizing they wouldn’t. So I got up, dizzy and half-conscious, and dragged myself to the hospital again. There were so many moments like that, times when I had to help myself, when I knew nobody else would. I learned that if I didn’t act, I’d end up in danger. After those times, something changed in me. I stopped