Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 122

CLINT’s POV

I stood outside the meeting room, greeting the investors as they passed by me. It was just a formality, but I always made it a point to be courteous. Knowing and being polite to the other investors had its perks.

As I greeted them, my mind wandered to Keira. When she sauntered into the meeting room with Kane, I could feel my heart do backflips in my chest. She was absolutely stunning and I could not take my eyes off her.

It broke my heart when we made eye contact and she could not bear to look at me. I was the one that proposed our break, but I did not know it would hurt like this. It hurt that she was completely ignoring my existence.

I missed how she smiled when our eyes met. But now, she was stoned-faced and cold. She had most likely not forgiven me for yesterday.

I let out a sigh as my eyes scanned the crowd. I soon noticed Keira and Mr Woodridge talking in a corner. I frowned as my eyes remained fixed on her. What did he want with her?

It piqued my curiosity, and worry crept up on me. What could Mr Woodridge possibly say to her? During the meeting, he had made it clear that he did not want her to lead the company.

I excused myself from the other investors and made my way over to them. As I got closer, I overheard their conversation.

“You are just not good enough to be CEO,” Mr Woodridge said, his voice dripping with contempt.

Keira’s face fell, and I could see the hurt in her eyes, which was mixed with a bit of anger. I could not just stand by and let Mr Woodridge talk to her like that. I stepped in.

“Excuse me, Mr Woodridge,” I said, interrupting their conversation. “But I think you are underestimating Keira’s abilities. She has worked hard and proven herself time and time again. She is more than capable of leading this company.”

Mr Woodridge turned to me, his expression displeased. “And who are you to defend her? Are you her lover or something?” he sneered.

My heart sank at his words. Is that what it looked like to him? If he found out, it would be a bad look. An office scandal was the last thing I wanted on my resume.

“Of course not, Mr Woodridge. How could you insinuate something so ludicrous?” I chuckled nervously.

I could see how hurt Keira was at my words. She stormed away from us, her eyes burning with anger. I wanted to follow and comfort her, but I knew I could not. Not when the risk was so high.

I watched her walk away and towards Kane, who was standing farther away. They seemed to converse, and our eyes met instantly. Kane signalled for me to come over and I went pale. Why did he want to see me?

My legs felt like bricks as I walked over to them. Kane had a bright smile on his face. It seemed like the disagreement with Mr Woodridge and some other investors about who should be the next CEO did not faze him at all.

“Clint, how is Keira’s therapy going?” Kane asked me, a slight smile on his face.

I had completely pushed aside the fact that Kane was under the impression that he had been the one to introduce Keira to me.

I felt nervous, but I forced myself to answer. “It is going well, sir. She is making progress. Keira is very cooperative and will be very stable in no time,” I forced a smile.

Kane nodded, pleased. “That is good to hear. I want her to be in the best possible shape when she takes over the company.”

We made some small talk, but all the while, Keira did not meet my gaze or even say a word. It was like we were strangers, and it hurt more than I cared to admit.

After discussing business with Kane for a few more minutes, I excused myself and shuffled down the hallway.

As I walked out of the company building, my heart felt heavy. I could not shake the anger and sadness that weighed on me. I had defended Keira because I believed in her, but the cost was high. Would she ever forgive me for denying our relationship? Would she even want to see me again? The questions swirled around in my mind, but I had no answers. What was going to happen to us now?

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The pitter-pattering of the rain on the rooftops drew me away from my sleep. I rubbed my eyes to clear my blurry vision and realised I had fallen asleep in my study. My head rested on my messy desk.

I rose up from the desk and ran a hand through my hair. What time was it? I picked up my phone and viewed the time. It was a little after midnight. I had been attending to some overdue paperwork for tomorrow and was not aware of when I drifted into sleep.

I g*****d and picked myself up from my leather chair. I made my way to the wine bar, which was a little farther from the bookshelf. I cocked open a bottle and poured myself a drink.

Even while I had worked on the documents, my mind was filled with Keira and nothing else. Her absence had affected me more than I had expected it to.

In all my years of living, I had never been with someone that could affect me this much. I physically craved for her. I wanted to touch, k**s, and ravish her body. But most of all, I wanted her here with me.

I chugged down a large portion of wine from the glass and placed my hand on my forehead. What had I done? How could I push the one person I cared about away because of some flimsy threats?

Maybe Keira was right. Perhaps I cared more about my job than I did about our relationship. But right now, I did not care about anything, nothing at all.

All I wanted was her. I muttered curses under my breath as I emptied the glass of wine. I wasted no time in pouring myself another serving, chugging it down immediately.

The only way I could survive the night was to get drunk enough to let my mind rest. As I finished the second glass of wine, I heard the doorbell ring loudly despite the thundering rain.

Lazily, I made my way downstairs and towards the front door. I pressed the intercom and spoke. “Who the hell would be coming here around 12 am?” I slurred my words.

Was I drunk already?

“Clint, it is me.”