Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 61

CLINT’S POV

As I held an almost finished cigarette in between my fingers, I stared at the pictures of my ex spread out on my study desk. They were all pictures of her in different places, going about her daily activities.

I had hired someone to investigate the whereabouts of my ex wife. It was essential, because I was trying to dig up and replace some dirt on her. I hated how she had a choke hold on me, one I could not break free from. I needed leverage on her, and although it was not a decent way, it was the only way I could do it.

I picked up a picture from my desk and stared at it. In the picture, my ex wife was seen coming down from a car in front of a large law firm. I sighed as I gazed at her brown, curly hair and her chestnut eyes.

I could not stop thinking about her. My ex-wife. Even though it has been years since we officially ended things, she was still always on my mind, like a parasite feeding on me and draining me out.

I had completely forgotten about her years ago. I was happy I did. But as soon as she appeared in my life again, she began to haunt my dreams and I found myself reminiscing about the past, the past memories I had built with her.

I remembered all the good times we had together, all the laughter and the love we shared. She was a wonderful woman and I married her because of how much I loved her. But then I remembered the fights, the tears, and the pain. It was like a never-ending cycle in my head.

I knew deep down that it was for the best that we were not together anymore. We were just too different, and we wanted different things in life. She also became a huge nuisance in my life and I just had to let her out of my life. But even though I knew it was the right decision, it did not make her go away.

I wished I could just move on and forget about her, but it was not that simple. I was convinced that I had moved on from her, but now she was back again, to torment me.

I knew I needed to focus on myself now, and try to build a new life without her in it, but she was making it so hard for me to do so.

I grunted and slammed the picture down on the table. The resentment I felt for this woman knew no bounds. If I could strangle her, I would, but that would bring no satisfaction to me whatsoever

I just let out a sigh and took a puff of my cigarette. As I sucked on the tip, ashes fell to the table, and it was then I noticed that it had almost been exhausted.

I put it out on my ashtray and continued gazing at the pictures laid before me. So far, from what I had gotten from the investigator I hired, there had been nothing incriminating enough to give me leverage against her.

All these pictures were just random ones of her going about doing her daily activities. But that did not make me disheartened, because I already had dirt on her.

I reached for the drawer beneath my desk and pulled it open. A manilla file was sitting in the drawer. I smirked and pulled it out, removing its content and laying it down on the table.

These were pictures and evidence of my ex wife having an affair with Michael Bateman, the CEO of the modelling agency she worked for. Seeing as my ex wife was a fairly popular model, releasing this information could cause a lot of damage to not just her, but her boss and his whole agency.

The scandal would decimate her career and leave her with nothing, but I was not a monster and saw no need to threaten her with it. I placed the file back into the drawer, and just then, a knock came on my office door.

“It is open,” I called out softly.

The door cracked open slowly and a man, wearing a hat and a thick grey coat slipped into my office. I gave him a warm smile and he made himself comfortable on the chair right opposite my desk.

“For you to show up here, it is obvious that you have new and useful information for me?”

Kyle Warren nodded and took off his cap. A gruff looking man in his late thirties. From his stats, I had seen that he was good at his job and decided to hire him for the job of following my ex wife around.

I sat nervously across from Kyle, waiting for him to grace me with the new information he had gotten. I had a feeling she had been up to something, and I was curious to know if this investigation had yielded anything fruitful and anything worth using.

“So, what did you replace out?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kyle cleared his throat before speaking. “It appears your ex-wife has been keeping tabs on your client, Keira.”

I felt a knot form in my stomach. “What do you mean? How?”

“She has been following her, checking up on her social media, and even went as far as to contact some of her friends and family,” Kyle explained.

I could not believe what I was hearing. My ex-wife had always been the type to do some really extreme stuff, but I never thought she would stoop to this level.

“Is Keira… do you think Keira would be aware that someone has been following her?” I asked, my mind racing with all the possible consequences.

“Not yet, but I think it is important that she knows,” Kyle replied.

I nodded, knowing he was right. I needed to tell Keira and make sure she was safe. I was honestly sad that Keira had to go through all this because of my ex wife. But the thought of having to relive all of this with my ex-wife, made me feel ill.

I thanked Kyle for his work, and left his office, feeling like my world had just been turned upside down. I pulled out another cigarette from the pack that lay on my desk and fished for my metallic lighter from the table.

I lit it up and took a whiff of it immediately. I expelled the smoke into the air, and watched it dance around mystically before it disappeared.

My eyes trailed to the ceiling, and I stared at it blankly. My mind was consumed with thoughts of my ex-wife and the words Kyle had told me. I could not believe that she would go this far, and for what?

I felt a mix of anger and rage as I thought about the lengths my ex-wife had gone to in order to keep tabs on Keira’s personal life. How long had she been following her? What did she want? And more importantly, what was I going to do about it?

I knew I needed to take action, and I knew exactly what I was going to do. I pulled out the manilla file out of the drawer again and slammed it on the table. I had withheld this information out of consideration for my ex wife, but no more.

She was going as far as to stalk Keira, so I was going to use this against her.

I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I knew that I needed to be strong and protect Keira from my ex-wife’s dangerous behaviour. I made a mental note to speak to my lawyer to see what legal actions I could take to ensure her to stay away for good. Her antics were getting worse, and worse everyday. I needed to subdue her before it got any more worse than it already had.

As I opened my eyes, they trailed out of the window. The sun was replaceing its way down into the horizon, staining everywhere with a bright yellowish, red colour. It quickly alerted me of something, and that was my meeting with Keira.

My eyes trailed to the large grandfather clock sitting beside a small bookshelf. It was ticking, the only sound resonating through the entire office. From the hands of the clock, I could tell that it was a little after 5pm.

Keira and I had decided to meet up by this time, but seeing as a few minutes had passed, I was sceptical of her arrival. I sighed and took a puff from my cigarette. Right now, I need her more than ever.

Keira was my only comfort during this time and I needed her desperately. I took more puffs from the cigarette until it ran out. I put it off on the ashtray and rose up from my desk.

My feet led me to the window and I gazed at the setting sun absentmindedly. As my mind began to drift, I heard the door creak open. My head snapped towards it and I would have never imagined that she would be there.

It was Keira.