Semua Bab Please Me, Daddy: Bab 41 - Bab 47

Grace I’m not this kind of person. I’m not this kind of person. I’m not— “Oh my god,” I moaned, cutting off my own thoughts. My fingers moved faster, sliding in and out of me while I rubbed myself shamelessly against the thick bulge beneath me. My other hand was clenched in his shirt, holding onto something, as I drowned in pleasure. Wetness seeped from me, soaking through his trousers, and all I could think was— Fuck, I am that kind of person. And I didn’t care anymore. Each drag of my hips made his cock twitch beneath me. I could feel it pulsing harder, getting impossibly thick. My whole body was on fire. God, I was praying for a miracle. That the universe would take pity on me and his pants would just vanish, come off, tear away. I didn’t care how. I just needed this big cock inside me, filling me in one deep motion. The thought alone made me moan louder. My walls clenched around my fingers, and I nearly lost my rhythm. I looked up at him, breathless. My palm was flat on

Grace I opened my mouth and sucked in a deep breath. Oh my God. Oh my God. I ran forward, my heart pounding like it was trying to break out of my chest. I stepped into the elevator and slammed the button for the sixth floor. The door slid closed. At this point, I had to be tired of living. No, seriously. Because only someone completely over life would get drunk, stumble into her boss’s company, kiss him, ride him like he’s her personal toy, moan all kinds of nonsense like a lunatic, and then pass out cold. And the cherry on top? I actually had the nerve to believe it was all just a dream. A dream. Really, Grace? Seriously? You threw yourself at the man, tossed every last ounce of self-respect into the trash all for it to end like this? You deserve to be in jail. No. Worse. You deserve the damn death penalty. If I was going to throw myself at someone, couldn’t it at least have been someone less important? Not my boss. Not Apollo Reed, CEO of Reed International. “You got dru

Grace I walked up to the front of the house, squinting under the morning sun, when I noticed a police car parked just a few feet away. I slowed my steps. A police car? Here? I glanced around the neighborhood, instinctively scanning the nearby houses. Was there been an accident or a break-in? I was about to brush it off and head inside, until my steps halted. A police officer was standing directly in front of our house. My stomach dropped. My heart skipped a beat, panic surging through me. Did something happened to Eleanor, Wyatt, or the twins? I ran towards the house. “Excuse me!” I called out, my breath catching in my throat. The officer looked up, clearly startled. He straightened, eyes scanning me quickly before his brows lifted in recognition. “Wait… are you Grace?” he asked. “I am,” I said, nodding quickly. “Are the people inside okay?” His eyes flicked to the house, then back to me, his brow furrowing deeper. “Yes…they’re okay.” Relief flooded me, and I let out a sh

ApolloI hated socializing.People talked too much, words spilling out of their mouths without thinking, like they feared something would swallow them if they didn’t keep yapping. I’d never been a fan of people to begin with. If someone offended me or got in my way, I didn’t think twice, I got rid of them. I didn’t believe in second chances. Humans had a way of taking kindness for weakness. You give them a second chance, and they’ll make the same mistake again, just with more confidence.That’s why most people feared me.They wanted my attention, but none of them wanted to take the risk of doing something wrong. One misstep could cost them everything, and they knew it. Even at these events, they only sent me invites out of formality. None of them actually wanted me to show up.Seeing the large crowd and the elaborately decorated hall, I was already regretting my decision.“Oh my God. That’s him. Apollo Reed.”“No fucking way, he’s attending? He never comes to any social gatherings, e