All Chapters of Please Me, Daddy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Gracia I paid the cab driver and stepped out, swallowing hard as I looked up at the estate in front of me.It was beautiful, the kind of luxury that could stir envy in anyone. Charles’s parents had given it to mine as an engagement gift, it was part of the arrangement they made for my relationship with Charles. Back then, I didn’t mind. I believed what we had was real, even if our families treated it like a transaction. But God, I was so wrong.I sighed and pressed my fingers to my temple. My head had been pounding since the morning, probably because of the stress, and exhaustion.I shook my head and made my way toward the door. When I pushed it open, I froze. Sitting at the dining table like it was just another normal day were my parents. My mother was laughing at something, while my father was smiling.The moment they heard the door open, they turned, and their laughter died immediately.My father’s cold gaze landed on me, his eyes sweeping from the top of my head to the hem of my

Garcia “What?” Wyatt said, eyes going wide like someone had just rewired his brain. “I…I think I misheard something,” Eleanor said slowly, eyes narrowing. “Gracia, you just said this bastard is gay. I think what you meant was, he’s a bastard, not—” “No.” I cut in, my voice bitter. “You heard right.” I turned to face them fully, shoulders square, voice rising so the entire room could hear if they wanted. “The man I was supposed to marry in the next few days likes men. And I caught him—” I motioned toward Mark without even looking at him, “with him in bed moaning a lot.” I heard someone mutter near the back, “Oh fuck. Plot twist.” Eleanor’s face twisted in outrage. “So you’re telling me,” she said, voice dangerously low, “that Charles lied to you about being straight, and planned to marry you anyway?” I sighed and nodded. “Yes, he—” I didn’t even get to finish, because Eleanor was already airborne. She launched herself across the room with the precision of an Olympic athlete

Grace The door burst open, and I jumped. “What happened?!” Eleanor yelled, storming in with a dumbbell in one hand like she was ready to use it as a weapon. Wyatt followed right behind her, wearing an apron that said ‘I’m the best husband and father in the world’ and holding a spoon like it was a sword. “Is someone here?!” Eleanor demanded, eyes wild. “Do I need to kill?!” I blinked at them from the bed, still holding my phone like it might explode. “Eleanor?” “What?! What is it?!” she barked, adrenaline radiating off her. “What happened? Was it that stupid ex of yours again? I swear to God—” “I think I’m blind,” I said numbly. Wyatt moved toward me. “Is it your eyes? Are you in pain? Do we need to go to the hospital?!” I shook my head slowly, still staring at my phone. “No. I—I saw money in my account.” Eleanor and Wyatt froze, then looked at each other. Eleanor tilted her head. “Okay… and that’s not a good thing?” I handed her the phone wordlessly. “Tell me what number you

Apollo She was on her knees, between my legs, in my office, behind my desk. Her mouth wrapped around my cock, her eyes locked on mine.For the first time in my forty years of existing, I woke up with a boner.A fucking wet dream.I couldn’t remember the last time something like that happened. Hell, I didn’t think it ever had. I’d never been that sexually frustrated, not to the point of dreaming about sex, much less waking up hard and throbbing like a horny teenager.My fingers tapped a steady rhythm on the conference table, all because of that chaotic, intoxicating young woman from the hotel room.She had somehow wormed her way into my subconscious, and now I couldn’t even sleep without my body betraying me.She wasn’t even the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Objectively, I’d met models, socialites, actresses, women desired by most men in the world and I had never wanted them. Sure, that woman was attractive, but I wasn’t the type to be swayed by appearances alone. And yet, my bo

Grace "Nothing will happen. Everything is going to be fine. I look completely different. He’s not going to recognize me. It’s not like I’ll see him. I’m just handing a file to his secretary and walking away." I paced inside the elevator, trying to shake off the nerves twisting in my stomach. When the doors slid open, I immediately felt just how different the world of the wealthy was from mine. Wow. The first floor was a whole new universe. While the second-floor PR department was chaotic, this floor screamed luxury. From the lighting to the impossibly expensive furniture, everything exuded perfection. I stepped out cautiously, eyes scanning the hallway. No one was here. Adjusting the file in my hands, I walked toward the secretary’s desk, determined to drop it off and vanish before my luck imploded again. But when I got there, the desk was empty, with no one in sight. I peered around the corner looking for the secretary, but nothing. The plush leather chair was empty. There