Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 43

KEIRA’s POV

Days had gone by, and I had not gotten a glimpse of Clint ever since he referred me to the other therapist. I had assumed that he would give me a call, asking to see me, or apologise for the way he had spoken to me and beg to be my therapist once again.

But that wistful thinking on my part. The more the days went by, the more I wanted to see him. Being separated from him for days felt like years and I could not take it any longer.

Occasionally, I would glance at his office door on my way to Dr Kenswood’s office, hoping that maybe he would pop up and I would finally see him again. But that never happened. His door was always closed, and it felt like he was intentionally avoiding me. The thought of it broke my heart to a million pieces.

Did Clint hate me that much, to the extent that he was avoiding me? Has my presence turned into a nuisance for him?

It was obvious that I was the only one affected by his absence. At night, all I did was think of Clint. He was the only thing that clouded my mind and it was impossible to get him out of my mind.

I wanted to be free of this burden, the burden of the ache that spread through my heart because of how much I craved for Clint’s presence.

I blink as I lay in bed, the thoughts in my mind dispersing slowly. I soon noticed the light rays, shining through the thin fabric of the curtain. My eyes trailed to the window and I quickly observed that it was finally day time. I g*****d and looked over to the small digital clock that sat on my bedside table.

6:45 am. Fifteen more minutes till my morning session with Dr Kenswood. I g*****d loudly and pushed myself into a sitting position on my bed. I utterly detested my therapy sessions with Dr Kenswood, not because he was an awful therapist, but because there was no inclination to open up to him the way I did with Clint.

Clint was more real, and that made it easier for me to air my problems to him. All Dr Kenswood did was try and cure me using the textbook method which was utterly boring and monotonous. My eyes glanced at the clock again, and I saw that ten more minutes had passed.

Rolling my eyes, I got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom.

‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’

The sound of my stilettos echoed through the walls of the large building as I approached Dr Kenswood’s office. My eyes, as usual, did not fail to trail to the door of Clint’s office. I went grim and let out a sad sigh. I was not going to see Clint again today.

It made me indescribably sad. I exhaled and diverted my attention away from Clint’s office door, and placed my hand on the door knob in front of me. I twisted it open and pushed the door open. Dr Kenswood who had his nose buried in a heap of paperwork, raised his head up as soon as I walked into his office.

Our eyes met and a courteous, professional smile appeared on his lips. I went solemn at how robotic the man looked.

“Miss Temple, it is so nice to see you again,” He glanced at his leather wrist watch. “But you are an hour late, again.”

I gave him a shrug and settled myself down on the seat opposite his desk.

“I woke up a bit late today,” I lied and shifted on the chair to make myself more comfortable.

Dr Kenswood adjusted his glasses and gazed at me.

“Have you been sleeping well lately Miss Temple?”

His question struck me a bit, but I played it cool and responded.

“Yes, why would you ask me that?” I could see that I was getting a bit defensive.

“There are dark circles around your eyes, and your skin looks a bit pale,” He said as he squinted his eyes.

I pulled out a small mirror from my purse and placed it in front of my face. I scoffed. He was right, I looked undeniably sleep deprived.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, his voice showing a hint of care, and his eyes gleamed with worry.

“I am fine, Dr Kenswood,” I lied again.

The room fell silent, and the therapist sitting right in front of me kept his eyes on me.

“You know, you can talk to and be open about anything. If you do not talk to me, I cannot help y-”

“I am being open,” I cut in hurriedly.

Mr Kenswood sighed and maintained his professional smile.

“Alright then, shall we proceed?”

I nodded reluctantly and he began talking. I zoned immediately and my mind trailed to Clint. I knew the reason for our separation was my fault and I needed to fix it. I had made up my mind. If Clint was going to avoid me at the office, then I would go see him at his place.

As Dr Kenswood kept chattering on, the only thing on my mind was my meeting with Clint.

‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’

As I parked my car outside his gate, I looked at his house. The lights in the house were turned on, indicating that he was home. Perfect. But why was I nervous? My heart was racing and at this rate, I would fumble on my words the moment I saw him.

I summoned up the courage and got out of my car. To my surprise, his gate was opened slightly. Was he just getting home? I entered through the small opening in the gate and walked up to his front door. My hands quivered as I pressed the doorbell.

My heart began to race as I waited for the door to swing open. Minutes passed and there was no sign of him coming to get the door. I glanced at a window close by. The lights were indeed turned on, so why had he not come to check the door yet?

I swallowed and pressed the doorbell again. It rang again, and I waited rather impatiently. I tapped my feet on the floor when I began to hear footsteps from within the house. I stood straight and waited as the footsteps got louder. The door swung open and I smiled.

The smile on my lips soon fell away the moment I saw the person standing in front of the door. It was not Clint, but a woman I had never seen before. What the hell was another woman doing in Clint’s house? That was the first question that ran through my mind.

“Do you need something?” she asked.

I quickly caught a hint of impertinence in her voice. Just who did she think she was?

My eyes scanned her body and I took in her features. She had light grey eyes and her dirty blonde hair complimented it. Her hair was shoulder length and a bit curly. The thick red lipstick she had on rubbed me off in the wrong way.

Her body was perfectly curved and she was rather busty. She had a tight, short dress that showed her cleavage. She had come here dressed like this to seduce Clint, no doubt. The thought of it angered me so much.

The woman clicked her fingers in front of me and I blinked. I had not realised that I had been staring at her for a while.

“I just asked you a question, what do you want?”

Her attitude increased my anger, but I kept my calm.

“I am here to see Clint,” I said boldly and as calmly as I could.

The woman folded her arms and tilted her head at me.

“And why do you think I would let you do that?”

Her question hit me like a blow and I snapped.

“And who the hell do you think you are, preventing me from seeing him? Are you his girlfriend or something?”

She grinned, a cocky grin.

“And what if I said I was?”

“That is impossible,” I retorted.

It had to be. Clint had not been in any relationship that I knew of, and it would be unthinkable for him to have gotten a girlfriend within the few days we did not interact.

“Look, I do not give a damn who you are, just get out of the way, I need to see Clint now.”