All Chapters of Please Me, Daddy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Grace“Get on your knees,” he said, his voice low and firm, leaving no room for defiance.I froze as the words echoed around the office. Did he just say that? My eyes flicked to his face, searching for a smirk, a crack in his cold expression, anything that would make this a twisted joke. But nothing, not even a twitch of amusement.And then I asked myself a better question, would a man like him even know how to joke? He seemed like the type who’d have someone’s head cut off for laughing at the wrong time, let alone cracking a joke himself.I licked my lips, trying to mask the heat crawling up my spine. “Hah….I think I’m hearing things. The fear’s messing with my head.”I reached to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, forgetting I was wearing the wig. I stopped. God forbid it slipped, revealing who I really was. That would be the end of me.He tilted his head slightly, like a predator watching the prey try to escape. “Miss…” His eyes flicked briefly to my chest. “Grace.”My name sou

Grace I touched the steering wheel and nearly moaned. Oh my God. This was a sick ride. Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail. The most expensive, limited edition car. It was worth more than I could ever imagine touching in ten lifetimes. It wasn’t just rare, it was my dream car. I pressed my palm against the buttery leather and leaned back against the driver’s seat, head tipping against the cushion. “I touched my dream car,” I muttered, half-laughing. But at what cost? My stomach twisted again. I was about to drive the Devil himself, with my identity dangling by a thread and very realistic threats of punishment hanging over my head. I might be a dead woman anytime soon. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Eleanor: babe, don’t freak out, but this video has been trending for a while. Don’t freak out! I frowned. That was never a good start. I tapped the screen, and a video started loading. The moment it played, my soul left my body. I knew the background, and that godforsaken voice

Apollo I looked at the two people in front of me, my expression cold, and stripped of any trace of empathy. As a businessman, I’d learned to tell when people were afraid. After all, I needed that skill to deal with business partners. I had to read people like a book. There were always signs when someone was afraid, the little things they couldn’t hide. Some tried to mask it, even going as far as dressing up as an entirely different person. Others made it far too obvious. And with these two fools in front of me, the fear was plain to see. The woman stepped back instinctively, clutching the side of her dress. The man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. Pathetic. “Y-you… what are you saying?” He stammered. “Is this how you should talk? Because of what happened, our child is in this condition!” The woman nodded quickly, her fingers trembling. “Yes! Even if you weren’t directly involved, the person under you was. You shouldn’t be so cold-hearted toward grieving parents! You

Grace “Grace, from today, the boss wants you to work directly under him. You’re to go upstairs.”My brain completely stopped working.Upstairs. Directly under Apollo.A soft, bewildered laugh escaped my lips as I shook my head. “Ah… I must’ve lost my mind. Yeah. That’s it. I’ve officially gone crazy.”There was absolutely no way. No way in actual hell that I, Grace would be working under that demon. Me?In this massive company with over a thousand employees?There must’ve been some mistake.I looked at Mr. Aiden, waiting for the punchline so we could all laugh together, but he was staring straight at me. He was fucking dead serious.I pointed at myself, one eyebrow arched. “Me?”He said, “As far as I know, you’re the only Grace here, aren’t you?” Then he turned to the woman beside me. “Sienna, what did Chase say again?”The woman checked her tablet and replied, “Hmm, he said the one with the big glasses, short and blonde hair, and clothes that look like she’s going to the library.”A

Grace I didn’t know what was happening anymore.My mind just stopped functioning. His touches, his caresses, his voice… god, his words. They crawled all the way down my spine.“You’re soaked, served to me like the perfect course. It’d be rude not to indulge. Now be still, and let me eat.”What—what even was that? Who says something like that?Never in my twenty-three years of life had I heard anything so brazen, so brutally honest, so arrogant, and somehow still hot enough to make my thighs shake.The desk was long, and cold. I was in the middle, spread open like some damn offering, legs parted wide, and him between them like I was his personal feast. The look in his eyes, fuck, he looked like a predator savoring the scent before the first bite. And I was the meal. Plated and prepared for him.I almost laughed, if I wasn’t burning up from the inside out. How did I go from ignoring him, hiding from him, running in the opposite direction of this man, to laying on his damn desk, heart r