Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 117

KEIRA’s POV

I walked down the hallway of my department building, Natasha walking right beside me. There was this feeling etched at the back of my neck, running down my spine. Was it fear?

I could not help but feel like someone was watching me and following me every step. My mind slipped deep in thought, replaying the encounter I had with my stepbrother, Calvin, over and over again.

Calvin had appeared before me after years of being absent and had threatened me to hand over my father’s company to him on a platter. The worst part was the dirt he had on me. Thinking about it made me sick to my stomach. I was shaken up by the encounter, and my anxiety was only growing with each step I took.

What was I going to do? According to him, I had one week to give him an answer. I was stuck in a dilemma, unable to do anything. Should I hand over the company? Or do I let him share the picture of Clint and I to the media?

The thought of that made all the b***d drain from my face. That was not an option.

“Keira!”

I jolted back from Natasha’s voice.

I looked at her and I saw her give me a puzzled look.

“Hey, are you okay?” Natasha’s voice finally pulling me away from my shocked state.

I looked over at her and tried to force a smile, tucking stray strands of hair behind my ear. “Yeah, I am fine.”

Natasha looked at me skeptically. “Are you sure? You seem really anxious.”

I nodded, not wanting to burden her with my problems. “Yeah, I am just a little stressed about some things. You know, school and business classes, it is getting harder everyday.”

Natasha did not seem convinced, but she did not push the issue. “Hey, why don’t we grab lunch together? We could go to your favorite restaurant.”

I froze at the suggestion, the memory of my stepbrother meeting me there unexpectedly still fresh in my mind. “Actually, can we eat at the school cafeteria instead?”

Natasha looked confused but did not question me further. “Sure, whatever you want. Let us go grab some lunch.”

I nodded, a forced smile on my lips. We walked into the bustling cafeteria and I suddenly began to feel a wave of nausea hit me at the smell of food wafting through the air.

As Natasha and I stood in line, I could not shake the feeling of anxiety that still hung over me. It was like a cloud, hanging over my head, following me everywhere I went. I could see my hands physically trembling as I held the tray, and it surprised me.

I did not realize how much Calvin’s appearance had affected me. I could not catch a wink of sleep last night due to my over thinking and anxiety. All I could do was act normal. I could not let Natasha notice I was not feeling okay.

Despite my attempts to hide it, Natasha had noticed my change in demeanour and my fidgeting hands.

“Hey, Keira, are you okay?” she asked, looking at me with concern.

I tried to put on a brave face. “Yeah, I am just not feeling too hungry today.”

“Still, you need to eat something,” she nagged.

I nodded and giggled.

We ordered our food, and I mechanically followed Natasha to a table. She had gotten her usual salad and sandwich, while I had ordered a bowl of soup, although I doubted I would be able to eat it.

As we began to eat, I looked around the cafeteria, trying to distract myself from the thoughts that haunted me. The picture that Calvin had shown me and the words he said to me was still stuck in my mind. Was Clint and I not careful enough? Were we too carefree?

I was fully aware that our relationship was not a normal one, and, and no one could know about it, but lately I had thrown all caution to the wind. Clint and I went out on dates publicly, we held hands in public and we had even kissed outside my apartment.

I cursed under my breath. If only we had been more careful. Maybe this was my fault. I could have told Clint to be more careful, but now, I had put him on the pedestal. Tears burned my eyes but I did well to conceal it.

My eyes skimmed the cafeteria again, desperate for a distraction. That was when I saw him. A man sitting at the other side of the room who looked just like my stepbrother Calvin. My eyes went wide as I stared at him.

Was that Calvin? I heard his voice loud and clear in my head. He had stated that I would still hear from him. Was he stalking me?

My heart raced, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I tried to focus on my soup, but I could not seem to swallow it. I felt hot and cold, and my palms began to sweat.

“Keira, what is wrong?” Natasha’s voice sounded distant as if coming from far away.

I tried to respond to her, but my words came out jumbled and delirious. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. I gasped for air, struggling to breathe.

I immediately felt weightless, and my body toppled to the floor. I heard Natasha faintly screaming my name and could hear gasps and whispers around me. Natasha came, kneeling beside me as my vision blurred and turned black.

°°°°°°°°

As I slowly regained consciousness, I realised that I was lying in the sick bay. Natasha was sitting beside me, holding my hand. As soon as she noticed my eyes were open, she gasped, and her eyes began to tear up.

“Keira, what happened?” she asked softly, her voice crackling.

I tried to explain, but the words caught in my throat. The memory of my stepbrother’s threats and the sight of the man in the cafeteria had triggered a full-blown panic attack. I blinked as my eyes moved to the ceiling.

This was the first time I had fainted due to a panic attack.

“Keira, if something is bothering you, you can always talk to me.”

I looked back at Natasha, and the worried look on her face broke my heart. I was trying too hard to conceal my problems to not worry her, but that only had the opposite effect. But still, there was no way I could tell her.

“I am fine, Tash. This is just me being stressed out.”

Yes, this was my problem, and I needed to handle it myself.