Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 105

KEIRA’s POV

I sat down at the small table in the restaurant’s corner, relieved to have a break from my hectic college schedule. Across from me was Natasha, who was grinning as she scanned the menu.

“I think I am gonna go for the burger,” she said, pointing to the menu. “What about you, Keira?”

“I think I will go for the salad,” I said, glancing at the menu.

“How are classes going for you? I heard the business department has been having it hard lately,” Natasha giggled.

I rolled my eyes. “Ugh, do not even get me started. My finance classes are killing me. How about you? How areyour acting classes going?”

I noticed the way Natasha’s eyes beamed at my question. Natasha has always dreamt of acting. Hence her aversion to taking up acting classes in college. I admired her for that because standing on a stage or in front of a camera to play a role was something I could not do, even if I took years to learn.

“They are going really well, actually. I have been learning so much, and my professor thinks I have a lot of potential.”

I smiled at her. “That is amazing, Tash. You are gonna be a star.”

Natasha burst into laughter. “Oh please, kind sir, you flatter me,”

We both burst into laughter.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as we chatted and waited for food. I pulled it out and saw a text message from my Clint. My face brightened, and I clicked on it immediately without hesitation.

“Hey, everything okay? I am feeling a bit worried about you.”

I smiled, feeling grateful for his concern. As I was about to respond, I noticed an unread message underneath his text that had been sent in yesterday. Seeing as I was with Clint the whole of yesterday, it was understandable why I had missed the text.

The number on the text was unknown, and seeing that made my heart drop.

It was from my stepbrother, there was no doubt about that. What did he want this time?

I opened the message reluctantly as I steeled my mind for the worst.

My heart sank as I read the vague contents of the message. “Tell your father to give me what I want.”

I felt a knot form in my stomach as I read the message repeatedly, trying to make sense of it. What the hell was he going on about? I had no idea what he was talking about or what he wanted from my father.

My anxiety level shot through the roof as I read the text. “Tell Dad to give me what belongs to me,” I re-read the text.

My mind raced, trying to decipher what he meant by those words, but I could not understand it, no matter how hard I tried. What did Papa have that belonged to him?

My thoughts suddenly went to asking my dad about this.

The idea of telling my dad about the message was daunting. I did not want to cause needless drama and make him worry unnecessarily. Still, I also could not shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong. Sitting there, contemplating my next move, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Natasha who watched me with a concerned expression.

“Is everything okay?” Natasha asked, noticing how sour my mood had gotten.

I looked at Natasha for long seconds, contemplating the following words. Do I tell her and show her the text? I shook my head. I did not want to cause her any worry. Moreover, she knew nothing about my stepbrother and our past.

I forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah, everything is fine.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow at me. “Are you sure? You look a little pale than usual.”

I chuckled and waved a hand in front of her face dismissively. “I am very sure. I guess I am just feeling tired? We had a four hours class this morning after all.”

Natasha kept her eyebrows raised. It was apparent she was not buying anything I was saying.

Natasha put a reassuring hand on my arm. “I know how you are; you are the type to bottle things up, no matter how much you suffer. I just want you to know that you can talk to me or anyone else you trust. We will figure out how to help you in any way we can.”

I nodded, feeling grateful for her support. But as I looked down at my phone, I could not shake the unease that had settled over me.

I nodded, feeling grateful for her support. But as I looked down at my phone, I could not shake the unease that had settled over me.

Our order came shortly after, and Natasha hungrily dug into her burger. As for me, my appetite had flown out the window the moment I saw the text. I picked up the latte I had ordered and took a sip, seeing as that was the only thing I could stomach.

Our lunch break was short-lived, and we were on our way back to class once more. The day passed in a blur, and the text Calvin had sent me stuck in my mind like glue.

Exiting the classroom, I clutched my bag and trudged down the crowded hallway. My mind and heart were heavy, and I needed to replace a solution to this. I walked out of the college building and pulled out my phone.

I stared at the message again, and I was filled with a sense of determination. I was no longer scared of what Calvin may send to me; all I wanted to do was get to the bottom of this and replace out what exactly he was talking about.

When I paused, I dialed Clint’s number to notify him of the recent development. Should I inform Clint about this? I looked at his number for seconds, and I shook my head.

What was more important now was confronting my father about this text. I needed answers because that was the only way to quell my anxiety. I looked at the time and saw it was a little after 4 pm.

Papa was always at work till five. It was too late to see him at his office, but I could not wait till tomorrow. The anxiety would eat me up, and I would be unable to get a wink or sleep. I instantly jogged down to the road and hailed a taxi. A taxi stopped by, and I slid in without hesitation.

As the taxi sped down the road, my heart began to thump with anticipation. What answers was I going to get from Papa?