Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 104

KEIRA’s POV

I woke up to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon. I slowly stretched my good arm and realized I was in Clint’s cozy king-sized bed. It wasn’t the first time I stayed over, but it still felt like home. I smiled as I recalled last night’s pillow talk and his soft k****s on my neck.

The birds chirping and the curtain fluttering as the wind passed filled me with calmness. I turned to my side, hoping to be face-to-face with Clint, but to my disappointment, the other side of the bed was empty. I frowned and cocked an eyebrow.

Where did Clint go?

I carefully got up from the bed and wrapped myself in Clint’s shirt, which was too big for me but comfortable nonetheless. I winced as my injured arm reminded me of the accident from yesterday. The injury was a nuisance, but I was glad it was not fatal.

I stretched out my right hand and g*****d at the slight pain that ran through it. I could tell that the arm was healing because the pain had subsided to an extent.

I must’ve been very loud because Clint appeared at the doorway, looking concerned.

“Good morning, gorgeous. How is your arm feeling?” Clint asked, his eyes scanning my bandaged arm.

“It is still sore, but I will live. Thanks for asking,” I replied, smiling gratefully.

Clint grinned and gestured towards the kitchen. “Come on, breakfast is ready. I made your favorite bacon and eggs.”

I followed him to the kitchen and marveled at the sight of the table filled with mouth-watering breakfast dishes. Besides the bacon and eggs, there were fluffy pancakes, crispy waffles, and a platter of fresh fruit. My stomach grumbled in anticipation.

“Sit down and let me serve you,” Clint said, pulling out a chair for me.

I raised an eyebrow at him, amused by his sudden hospitality.

“Did you bump your head on the bed frame this morning?” I giggled.

Clint chuckled. “Of course not. I just want to spoil you today, hm? You deserve it.”

My heart fluttered, and a thousand butterflies were dancing around it. Clint kissed my forehead and walked up to the table.

He served a generous portion of everything on a plate and placed it before me. He poured me a cup of coffee, adding a dash of cream and sugar, just as I liked it.

I took a bite of the bacon and closed my eyes, savoring the salty, smoky flavor. “Mmm, this is amazing. You are spoiling me.”

Clint chuckled and sat across from me, sipping his own coffee. “Anything for you. How is college going, by the way? Any new classes or projects?”

We chatted about my classes and plans for the weekend while we finished our breakfast. Clint cut my pancakes and helped me with the syrup, making me feel cared for and loved.

Clint poked a piece of pancake with a fork and held it to my mouth. I opened up, and he placed the pancake in my mouth.

I wished this would go on forever.

When we were done, Clint cleaned up the table. He piled the plates into the sink and began to wash them up.

“Hey, let me help,” I offered and walked over to him.

“With that arm? No way,” Clint refused.

I pouted and wrapped my good arm around his waist, resting my head on his bulky, firm back. I wanted to help him since he took his time to prepare and serve breakfast for me.

“You have a class this morning, right? I will drop you off at school since your car is in the shop right now, and it would probably take a while to get all that damage fixed.”

I nodded and cringed when I remembered my missing car bonnet and destroyed engine.

Clint finished with the plates, and we both took a quick shower, seeing as we were running late for class and work.

We walked out of his house, hand in hand, and got in his car. Clint started the engine, and it hummed as he drove out of his gate.

As we drove, Clint turned to me and asked, “Hey, do you want to eat out for dinner tonight? We can try that new restaurant downtown. What do you think?”

I smiled at him and leaned my head on his shoulder. “That sounds perfect. I can’t wait.”

I smiled at him and leaned my head on his shoulder. “That sounds perfect. I can’t wait.”

Having dinner with Clint brought a smile to my lips. It meant that I would see him again, and we would spend quality time together.

Clint squeezed my hand and gave me a k**s on the forehead. “You deserve a treat, Keira, And I will make sure you enjoy every minute of it.”

I giggled. “Don’t you think you are spoiling me too much? What would I do if I got used to this and did not want you to stop? Hm?”

Clint shrugged, and a grin tugged at the corners of his lips. “What if I want you to get attached to me?”

I smiled at him playfully. “Well, I already am.”

Clint stopped driving at a red light, and his eyes found mine immediately. He leaned forward, and our lips met. He engulfed my lips in a sweet k**s. His hands found the roots of my hair, and I reached for his neck, circling my good hand around the back of his neck.

We pulled away breathlessly, our eyes never leaving each other. Clint’s eyes switched to the road, and the green light appeared.

“I know things are tough for you, but don’t beat yourself up too much. I am doing all this because I want to make you feel as comfortable as possible,” Clint smiled and drove down the road.

I looked down at my injured arm and grimaced.

I was highly grateful to Clint. His presence alone made me feel calm. He had grown into someone I could rely on when things got out of hand. Clint was always the first person I could run to whenever I had problems.

And it was not just because he was my therapist. No, it was more than that.

My college gate came into view, and Clint drove in and found a parking spot.

“Hey, be careful. And call me if anything happens,” he said, kissing my forehead.

I nodded and hopped out of the car, slinging my bag across my shoulder. As he drove away, I was left with a sense of loneliness.