Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 127

KEIRA’s POV

“Okay, Keira, how are you feeling today? Are you still feeling anxious?”

I looked up at Clint from the chair I sat on. I took a deep breath, exhaling as my eyes trailed back to the ground. “Yes, I am still feeling very anxious.”

“Can you tell me why?”

My mind replayed the text message, and Calvin’s appeared again, along with the photos he had shown me. This was something Clint had to hear.

“I saw Calvin today,” I said, looking at Clint.

Clint’s eyes were wide, and his face had taken a look of seriousness. “What did he say to you? Did he hurt you?”

I shook my head. “He did not hurt me, but he had shown me more pictures he had of us. That one picture was not the only one in his custody.”

Clint ran a hand through his hair and muttered a curse under his breath.

“I had a feeling he had taken more pictures because it did not make sense for him to have only one.”

I sat up in my chair, worry crowding my mind. “What are we going to do?” I said, my voice as low as a whisper.

Clint rose up from his chair and strolled to the open window. I could see that he was mulling over my question. It was not a question that could be answered easily, and even I did not have an answer to it.

But time was running out, and we needed to come up with a solution.

“Frankly, this is a dilemma. And right now, I can’t think of any solution yet.” Clint asked and turned to me.

I frowned and fiddled with the hem of my jacket.

“I…do not know.”

Clint’s sigh echoed through the room as he turned back to the sky, gazing absentmindedly. We both stayed in silence, each of our minds a whirlpool of thoughts.

After a few minutes, Clint walked back to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. “We still have four more days. I am sure we can think of a solution to this before them,” he said with a smile.

Clint’s optimism stirred hope within me. He was right. We still had enough time to brainstorm together. Clint reached for my face, cupping my cheeks and pulling my face towards his.

He kissed me softly and withdrew, a smile planted on his lips.

“I wanted to invite you for dinner at my place, but-“

“We have to be careful,” I said.

“Right.”

Clint exhaled and walked back to his desk. “I will see you tomorrow,” he smiled.

I nodded, feeling a sense of longing for him. I could not wait for all of this to be over so that we could be together, just like always. I walked out of his office, my anxiety crawling back into my chest.

At this point, I was used to the anxiety, and Clint’s therapy helped me learn how to manage it. I walked down the marble floor of the hallways, wondering how to spend the rest of the evening, when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

It kept ringing incessantly, and I had no choice but to check who was calling.

I fished it from my bag and saw that Papa was calling.

“Papa,” I chirped the moment I picked up the call.

“My darling, are you busy at the moment?”

I cocked an eyebrow. “No, not at all. Is there a problem?”

I heard Papa before he spoke up. “Nothing is wrong, I just want us to have dinner together. What do you say?”

I brightened up, feeling the anxiety I had drain away. Spending time with Papa sounded like what I needed right now.

“Of course!” I beamed.

“Great, I will send you the location of the restaurant.”

“Okay, you will see me there soon.”

I hung up and walked out of the building, feeling a bit better.

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As I hopped out of the taxi, my eyes widened as I gazed at the building before me. My jaw dropped in amazement. The restaurant was a massive, two-story building with large windows that let in a warm and inviting glow. The exterior was made of glass and chrome, and there was a large fountain in front that added to the grandeur of the place.

As I walked inside, I felt like I was entering a whole new world. The interior was just as luxurious as the exterior, with high ceilings, plush velvet seats, and crystal chandeliers. Soft music played in the background, adding to the relaxing ambience of the place. I made my way up to the counter, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Good evening, do you have a reservation?” the hostess asked with a friendly smile.

Her golden orbs twinkled at me.

“Yes, I am Keira, and my Pap- Mr Temple made the reservation,” I replied.

“Ah, Keira Temple! Right this way, please,” she said as she led me to a table.

I followed her, taking in the opulent surroundings, feeling like I was in a dream. The table was beautifully set with fine china and silverware, and there was a candle flickering in the middle. And there was my Papa, already seated, looking up and smiling at me.

“Hello, Keira! I am so glad you could make it,” he said warmly.

“Thank you, Papa. I can’t believe how amazing this place is,” I said, still in awe.

We took our seats, and the waiter came over to take our orders. Papa ordered steak, and I chose lobster, feeling like I was living in a fairy tale. As we waited for our food, Papa and I locked eyes and he spoke.

“How is your therapy with Mr. Homer going?”

My heart stopped for a second and I swallowed a lump that had formed in my throat.

“It is going well, Papa. I am making great progress,” I said, smiling at him.

I could not imagine what Papa would think if he found out about our relationship and the pictures Calvin had on us.

“I am so glad to hear that, Keira. You have been through a lot, and I want you to know that I am always here for you,” he said, placing his hand over mine.

I felt a warm rush of love and gratitude for Papa. I knew that no matter what happened in life, he would always be there for me.

The food arrived, and we dug in, savoring every delicious bite. The evening was perfect, and it was exactly what I needed to take my mind off the worries and troubles surrounding me.

The rest of the evening went smoothly, and I wished I could relish in this happiness forever.