All Chapters of Please Me, Mr. Reed: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

GraceI looked at Apollo for a moment, my heart pounding so hard in my chest.I swallowed, but my throat was painfully dry. Oh my God. This man. This was exactly why I didn’t want to sit beside him. It wasn’t because I was afraid of him. I wasn’t scared of Apollo anymore, but I was still nervous around him. Anytime I stayed too close, my heart raced, my skin warmed, and my thoughts dissolved into an absolute mess.I felt like a high school girl falling in love all over again, painfully aware of every fleeting touch and stolen glance.The real reason I didn’t want to sit with him was simple, I knew exactly what kind of man Apollo Reed was. He would never let me have a peaceful dinner without touching me, without doing something that made my body react before my mind could catch up.The food wasn’t even on the table yet, and his hand was already on my thigh. And fuck, why was he like this? Why did he always have something seductive to say, something that made my legs feel weak and my

Grace “Miss Grace, the incident in the restroom is being kept under wraps for now, but a few people did witness it. It’s only a matter of time before the information starts to circulate. To protect your identity, please continue wearing your wig and glasses for the time being. We can’t risk drawing attention to you or allowing anyone to discover who you are yet.” Austin’s words from last night echoed in my head as I sat in the back of the cab, staring out the window at the tall, familiar building of the Reed Company. Its glass exterior reflected the morning light, cold and imposing, much like the man who ruled it. After dinner last night, I couldn’t sleep. My thoughts refused to settle, spinning in endless circles. I thought about Apollo, about my feelings for him, about how I couldn’t keep convincing myself that it was impossible for someone to love me. Just because I had been hurt once didn’t mean I was doomed to be hurt again. Running away had always been my habit. Whenever thi

Apollo I leaned back against the chair, a frown on my face as I studied the man sitting across from me. He, on the other hand, looked entirely too relaxed, a confident smile fixed on his lips as if he had already decided the outcome in his favor. His fingers rested casually on the table as he leaned forward, eyes gleaming with interest, like a predator certain its prey had nowhere left to run.“So what do you think—”“No.”My voice cut through the conference room. The single word echoed, and every executive seated around the table froze instantly. I could feel their confusion, and unease, but none of them dared to speak. None of them were foolish enough to interrupt me. The only person who didn’t seem affected was the man in front of me.He stared at me for a second before bursting into laughter, leaning back in his chair as if I had just told the most amusing joke. He wiped an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye, then looked back at me, raising an eyebrow as he tilted his hea

GraceTheodore wants you.I looked at Chase in confusion.I didn’t understand it. Why would a famous actor want me as his personal PR agent? It didn’t make sense. Even if I had solved the celebrity case, that alone didn’t mean I was some extraordinary genius. I wasn’t downgrading myself, I was just being honest. There were far more experienced, more qualified PR agents out there. People who had worked in the industry for years, who knew how to handle stars like Theodore effortlessly. So why would someone with his fame and wealthy background come specifically for me?Slowly, I turned my gaze to Apollo. His eyes were still fixed on Theodore, and I knew he was thinking the same thing. He didn’t understand it either. Someone like Theodore singling me out didn’t add up, and that alone was enough to make Apollo suspicious.I glanced back at Theodore. He looked completely at ease, leaning lazily against his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips as if this entire situation was nothing mor

Grace“But in the end, all men are the same. Once they find something interesting, something that makes them feel good, they’ll drown it in attention, make it feel protected and loved. And when they’re done, that something will mean nothing to them at all. Right, Grace?”Her words echoed in my ears as I stared at her.If this had been the old me, I would have faltered. I would have doubted myself, questioned Apollo, questioned what I felt, questioned whether she was right. I would have gone quiet, smiled politely, and let her words sink into my head. But I wasn’t that version of Grace anymore. I was done being the woman who overthought every glance, who let fear dictate her emotions, who allowed other people’s opinions to define her worth. I had promised myself I would fight for what I felt instead of shrinking away from it.And who was Katherine Jones to decide what Apollo Reed was or wasn’t? She knew nothing about him. Nothing about me. Nothing about what it took for two people who