All Chapters of Please Me, Daddy: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Apollo Quinn reached for the restroom door, tried turning the handle, then frowned. “It’s not opening,” she said, confused. “Sir, it’s locked.”Adam frowned. “Huh. Maybe she went to another restroom. There’s an out-of-order sign. She probably saw it and went somewhere else.”Genesis nodded. “Yeah, let’s check somewhere el—”“Move,” I said.Quinn stepped aside instantly. I didn’t think. I didn’t calculate. I just drove my fist straight into the doorknob. A sharp crack echoed through the hallway. Pain shot up my arm, warm blood immediately dripping down my knuckles, but the door didn’t move.“What on earth are you doing?!” my father shouted.I ignored him and hit it again. The metal rattled but still held. More blood dripped from my knuckles, but I barely felt the tear in my skin.“Apollo, what happened? What’s wrong?” Genesis asked.I blocked them out. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, drowning everything else.I stepped back, breathing hard. Shrugged off my jacket and let it fall to

ApolloHow many years had it been since I last kissed someone on the lips? Since I last felt this alive?It was too many. Long enough that I stopped counting. Long enough that the memory of warmth had faded into something dull and distant. Long enough that sorrow became routine.And yet a drunken girl walked into my hotel room one night, and cracked something open inside me.It was like living in a dark, enclosed place for so long that I forgot light existed, and then suddenly, there it was. And the moment I saw it, I chased it. This woman was becoming that light.And now that I finally had it, I wasn’t going to let it go. I would rather die than let her go.I was going to make Grace mine.I kissed her harder, my hands tightening on her waist, keeping her pressed against me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, trying to match me, but she couldn’t, my pace was fast, ruthless, and hungry. When I bit her bottom lip, she gasped, and I took advantage of the opening, sliding my tongue int

Grace “Ah, how can you still be this tight when you’re drenched,” Apollo grunted, his voice cracking with pleasure. I felt the throb of his cock inside me, pulsing so deep I could barely breathe. My forehead stayed pressed against his chest, my whole body shaking uncontrollably. His scent filled my lungs, mixing with the heat between my legs. He was buried in me all the way, still pressing into that perfect spot deep inside, the one he always found without fail. It was like he knew my body better than I did. I bit down on my lip hard, trying to trap the moans rising in my throat. We were still in the damn car. Austin was still driving. And even though the partition was up, I couldn’t fully ignore the reality. Apollo didn’t tolerate the silence. He grabbed my waist suddenly, hands firm, and lifted me up. The cold air hit me for a split second before he slammed me back down on his cock. I choked on a cry, my eyes widening in shock and blinding pleasure. The force of the thrust mad

Grace“Come on my cock, Grace…” The words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head.Ah, fuck!I wanted to disappear. It wasn’t enough that Apollo had carried me out of the hall in front of hundreds of people, I had to throw myself at him like a complete maniac. I touched him, begged for him, and had sex with him in the car. I practically climbed him like a tree. And as if that humiliation wasn’t enough, I did all of it with Austin sitting in the front seat.The car had a partition, sure, but the second we closed it, he probably knew exactly what we were doing. The whole vehicle had practically shaken with every thrust. I didn’t want to imagine what Austin heard. To make it even worse, when I woke up, the very first thing I saw was that familiar white cat sitting at the foot of Apollo’s bed, staring at me with the exact same judgmental expression it had worn the first time I spent the night here. Its tail flicked once, as if it couldn’t believe I had the audacity to show my face in this room

Apollo I was never a clingy person. In fact, I hated clingy people. I never understood why anyone would constantly demand someone’s attention, why they would latch onto someone the way a child clings to a stuffed toy. I never understood why my father had been so attached to my mother when she was alive, never leaving her side for a moment. But last night, I understood perfectly. After cleaning Grace, changing her into something clean and placing her gently on my bed, I should have walked away. I should have left and focused on something else. But I couldn’t. No matter how many times I told myself to leave, I couldn’t pull myself away from her. The way she looked asleep, her chest rising and falling, hair falling across her face, the way she curled into the sheets, I couldn’t bring myself to leave her side. For the first time in years, I did something I had never done for a woman, I stayed, holding her close, until the next morning. When I woke, I knew she would be hungry after