Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 18

CLINT’S POV

It was the second time Keira had missed my sessions. She always came earlier than usual but I had not seen a sign of her. Not once, but twice. Something was up. I could feel it in my guts.

Her file lay strewn across my desk as I picked it up, flipping through for her number. It was not out of pocket to check in on a client who had continually missed their sessions, I told myself. I would do the same if it was the same case with another client.

I dialled her number and it rang as I waited for the line to get connected. It did not. To my utmost disappointment, Keira’s phone went straight to her voicemail followed by a loud and annoying beep filling my ears that should have been her voice instead.

Was she ignoring me? Our last session had gone amazing, even though in the end, she had acted out. But I thought she was making progress. But with this little act of display, I was starting to doubt myself and my abilities. Or was it because I sent her home? Had she felt embarrassed?

It was definitely out of pocket this time if I decided to visit her. It would be shattering the boundaries I had tried to build up through weeks of torture, through weeks of wanting her and not being able to do anything about it.

I did not care anymore.

I snatched up my car keys to drive down to her house. The receptionist mentioned something about an appointment I had on my way out but her words fell on deaf ears.

Keira’s address remained fresh in my memory since I had dropped her home once before. I still remembered the way there even if I tried to get it out of my head.

Her car was packed outside the apartment when I pulled over at the other side of the road. She was home. She had to be. Otherwise I would be doing a search hunt and will not rest till I found her.

I pressed the doorbell and the sound resonated around the house. I could sense someone staring at me through the door’s peephole. Then after what seemed like a lot of hesitation on her side, Keira’s door clicked open.

She was wearing a cream cardigan and light-wash jeans when she appeared in the doorway. Her hair looked slightly wet and smelled thick of shampoo.

“Clint,” Keira said casually, not seeming surprised by my visit. “Hi.”

“Can I come in?” I said slowly. “Or will you come out?”

Silently, she stepped out, closing the door behind her.

I cleared my throat, prompting conversation. “Is there a reason you have not been attending sessions?”

A smile played on her lips. “Do you visit all your clients if they miss a session, or am I just an exception?”

I shrugged languidly, hands deep in my pockets. “You have always been an exception.”

Keira’s gaze softened a little and all smile was gone from her lips. “It is so sad that I am a mess. I do not think I can change. That is why I stopped coming. You should have saved yourself the trouble.”

“You should not quit therapy when we have only just started. You were doing great the last time.”

Keira shook her head like she did not agree with me. “You do not understand.”

“Then make me.”

Her cardigan absorbed the light, and I imagined it was warm. I imagined how good it would feel to press myself flat against it and feel the heat melt into my body. My mind reeled back to when we had s*x in my office, when her body heat seeped right into my bone.

Then I swallowed and ripped the thought away. I was so damn touch-starved.

“Clint…”

“Will you come somewhere with me?” I noticed her hesitation, then elaborated. “Let us go for a ride. You seem like you have too much in your head.”

Keira nodded and followed me to the other side where I had my car parked. I opened the door for her and she slid into the passenger’s seat.

“There is a park around the corner,” she said. “We can go there and talk.”

That was not a very good idea considering the situation I was currently in. “I prefer the privacy of my car.”

Keira lifted a brow. “Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”

I could not tell if she was being serious or not. How did she come to that conclusion? “Would you believe that even if I told you?” I asked. “I am not embarrassed to be seen with you. It is definitely not that.”

When I started the car, she stayed silent. Keira did not ask further questions, even though I felt she should. We had driven for about half an hour and she was still quiet. I turned to give her a once-over, but it was like she was purposefully ignoring me.

So with a sigh, I confessed. “You have to understand that I am at a point where I can’t be seen with another woman.”

I did not state the reason, and I was relieved Keira did not probe further. Instead, she rested her head on the car’s window pane.

“I had s*x with my yoga instructor,” she said out of the blue. “I do not know why I did it.”

“That is not enough reason to miss your session.” My hands tightened around the steering wheel as a weird feeling overcame me. I could not put a finger to it.

“I felt guilty. Which has probably never happened before. I love s*x, so why should I be guilty about that?”

“More self awareness?” I asked rhetorically but she shook her head.

“No. I felt guilty because it was not you. I wanted it to be you.”

The second it left her mouth, she realized the gravity of it. Because it was so much more than just a few words. It meant that she was not just a client. It meant that we were already deeply rooted in each other. And in all honesty, I had no idea how to cope with that.

I stared at her again as I tried to steady my voice. “Are you free this Saturday? We should have a night out.”

“I thought you could not be seen with another woman?”

I smiled wide at her tease. “You have always been an exception.”