Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 65

KEIRA’S POV

I poked a fork into the plate of spaghetti and meatballs that sat in front of me. I was not exactly hungry, but it was time for dinner and I had to eat something at least. I had taken out the frozen spaghetti from the refrigerator and placed it in the microwave.

Now that the meal was sitting in front of me, I had no drive to shove it into my mouth. I let out a sigh and twirled the spaghetti around as my eyes wandered my kitchen until it stopped at the owl shaped wall clock. From the ticking hands, I could see that it was a little past 7 pm.

I was terribly bored and I had nothing to do and no one to talk to. Usually, during a Saturday night like this, I would be all dressed and on my way to a lively club to party, which usually ended up with me bringing a man home and having s*x with him till dawn.

But since I met Clint, the desire to be a party animal had died. And now I was left with nothing to do on a Saturday night. I g*****d and placed down my fork as I felt a mix of emotions, from being a bit lonely to feeling frustrated with my lack of plans.

An idea popped up in my head and I immediately grabbed my phone. How could I forget about my best friend, Natasha? We always hung out on Saturday evenings, playing board games and getting high on junk food.

I dialled in her number and listened to it ring impatiently. Once I heard a click, my heart raced with excitement.

“Hey Natasha! Are you free right now? If you are then maybe you could come over to my place?”

“Keira? I am sorry, I would love to, but I am stuck babysitting my cousins this weekend,” she said.

I could hear yelling and the sound of hurried footsteps in the background. It did seem like she was busy.

“Noel! Down from the sofa! You can’t use that as a trampoline, I have said this several times! Oh my goodness- Keira? I will give you a call later,”

Before I could speak, she ended the call and I was left to listen to the beeping of my phone. I sighed and placed my phone down on the table. I stared at the now cold spaghetti absentmindedly. If Natasha was busy, then I had no one else to hang out with. Brandon had informed me that he would be at his grandmother’s house during the weekends for her birthday celebration.

According to him, his grandmother always liked to go wild when celebrating and would often party for three days straight. I exhaled and pushed the plate of cold spaghetti away from me.

Just as I was about to give up on replaceing something to do, my phone began to ring. I picked it up reluctantly and when my eyes caught a glimpse of the caller, I wasted no time in answering the call.

“Hey, Clint!” I said, rather enthusiastically.

I heard him chuckle and the sound of his voice made me happier than it was supposed to.

“You sounding so enthusiastic like that makes me think you are happy to get a call from me,” he teased.

“Well, you are not wrong. I am actually sitting at home, bored and alone, with nothing to do but force myself to eat some old stale spaghetti I put in the microwave,” I sulked.

Clint laughed out loud.

“I knew you would be bored, so I called to help with your boredom.”

“Hm? What are you talking about?” I questioned curiously.

“Let me take you out on a date, Keira,” he said softly.

My eyes went wide and my heart started to race with excitement, a smile spreading across my face.

“R-Right now?!” I exclaimed.

“Right now.”

I blinked as my eyes gleamed.

“Of course!” I squealed.

I could not believe my luck, going from feeling bored and alone to having plans with someone I was interested in.

“Wear something casual, I will pick you up in an hour,” Clint Said.

“Why? Where are we going?”

“It is a surprise,” he cooed.

My smile brightened and I was all the more eager to know exactly where we were going. We talked a little bit more before the call ended.

I dashed into my room and began to quickly get ready. I wore a beige coloured cargo pant, and matched it up with a white plain t-shirt. On my feet, I wore a black plaid sandals and I tied my hair up into a messy bun. I was trying to be as casual as Clint had implied, so I put on some light makeup.

As I examined myself in the mirror again and again, I felt a flutter of nervousness as I thought about what the evening might hold, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation and eagerness.

A few minutes had passed and I heard the roaring of a car engine outside my house. My heart began to thump loudly in my chest. Clint was here. I picked up my shoulder bag and breezed down the stairs. I walked up to the front door and swung it open. Clint was climbing up the front porch but stopped when he saw me.

A smirk crossed his lips and it made my heart flutter.

“Looks like someone is excited to see me,” he grinned.

I felt my nerves start to dissipate and my excitement grew. I flung myself at him and embraced him. Clint hugged me back, circling his large hands around my waist. We stayed in each other’s arms for a while, and then separated. He gave me a soft k**s on my forehead and it felt like my heart was going to explode.

He led me to his car and we both got in.

“So where is this mysterious place you are taking me to?” I asked as I fastened my seat belt.

“Like I said, it is a surprise. If I did tell you, it would ruin the fun,” he said with a wink.

I giggled and he drove down the road. We drove for hours until we reached a road that was filled with nothing but tall trees on each side. I was a bit confused, but I knew that Clint would not tell me where we were going, even if I asked.

We reached the outskirts of town and my curiosity grew even more. From the distance I noticed tall colourful tents and sparkling lights. My eyes gleamed when I finally realized what it was.

“A carnival?!” I blurted out.

Clint chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, I wanted a change of scenery and this was the perfect place.”

We both got down from the car and my eyes never left the carnival.

“Shall we?” Clint asked.

I nodded and he took my hand in his and we began to walk towards the venue. Clint paid for the tickets and we walked into the heart of the festival.

We walked hand in hand, taking in all the sights and sounds of the lively event. The smell of fried food and the sound of carnival games filled the air. My eyes kept trailing from one booth to the other. Everything looked fun and the food looked extremely scrumptious.

Clint and I started off by trying our luck at the ring toss game. He insisted on buying me a stuffed animal even though I told him I was a grown woman and did not need a toy. I watched as he tossed the ring and to my surprise he won the game.

“Here you go, milady,” he teased as he handed me a large pink stuffed teddy bear.

I giggled and took the prize from him. My eyes wandered around, looking for our next target when I spotted something.

It was the Ferris wheel.

“Let us try that next!” I exclaimed as I tugged on Clint’s shirt.

He nodded and we walked towards it. Clint paid for the tickets and we made ourselves comfortable in the seats. My heart was racing with excitement as the ride began to move.

As we reached the top, I took in the view of the entire carnival below. The colourful lights and the excitement of the crowd made for a magical experience.

“Hey Clint! Look at how tiny the lights look from down h-“

Clint leaned in and kissed me gently, cutting me short. He withdrew and smiled at me softly. The Ferris wheel went all the way down, but my heart would not stop racing. Not because of the ride, but because of the unexpected k**s Clint had given me.

After the Ferris wheel, we decided to take a break and grab some food. We sat on a bench and shared a giant turkey leg and some cotton candy, while Clint told jokes and I laughed along to them. Clint told me about his childhood and how he used to come to this carnival every year with his family. As he spoke, I noticed how immersed he was. It made me happy, seeing as he was opening up to me.

We finished up with our meal and decided to take a stroll around the carnival. Clint made sure my hand was in his as we walked.

“Hey,” Clint said and pointed over to a booth. He turned to me, a handsome grin on his face. “Why don’t I win you another stuffed animal?”

I looked over to where he was pointing at and saw a shoot gallery. I cocked my eyebrow at him.

“You seem confident that you can win,” I teased.

“Of course, let us try it out.”

He pulled me over to the booth and he picked up the plastic gun. To my surprise, he won the prize and proudly handed me the stuffed penguin.

The night drew closer and we began to stroll down to the parking lot.

“On a scale of one to ten, how much did you enjoy this date?” Clint asked the moment we got to his car.

I turned to him, a smile on my lips.

“This was the best date ever,”

Clint’s eyes gleamed with joy. I wrapped my hands around his neck and linked my lips with him. Clint wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me closer as he deepened the k**s.

This truly was the best date ever.