Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 72

KEIRA’s POV

“Here is your latte, ma’am,” the bubbly waiter with curly red hair said as she settled a tray in front of me.

I gazed at the cup of coffee and the slice of carrot cake beside it. I thanked her, and she walked away with the empty tray in hand. My eyes trailed back to the coffee, and I sighed.

After dropping Natasha off, going back home did not seem right at all. I had to stop by a cafe nearby my apartment and sort out my thoughts. I picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip.

My mind was blank, and I could not think of anything. I picked up the small fork and took a bite out of the carrot cake. The cake tasted good, but somehow it had a bland taste on my tongue. I could not seem to enjoy it no matter how many bites I took.

The whole conversation I had with Natasha played in my mind like a broken record. I could still vividly remember her face and how she had reacted to my accusations.

The way she sparked and yelled at me rang through my mind. I could not stop replaying the scenes a thousand times. I exhaled and rubbed my aching temples. My eyes trailed to a couple at the next table. The woman was looking up at her lover with so much love in her eyes.

The man was smiling down at her. They both seemed to be enjoying their time together. I began to envision them as Brendon and Natasha. I shook my head and took a sip of my coffee.

Staying here was not helping me sort out my thoughts. All I was doing was replaying them over and over again. I finished up my coffee and paid the bill without finishing up the cake.

I grabbed my coat and was out of the cafe within the blink of an eye. I hopped into my car and was speeding down the road. Going for a drive was a nice way to sort out and clear my thoughts. As the wind slapped my skin, my mind began to disassemble and reconstruct everything.

Though realising Natasha’s feelings today, I began to understand a lot of things. Most of Natasha’s behaviours started to make sense to me.

How she had outrightly scolded me for being selfish when I was about to leave the house. I found it weird at the time, but now, it was finally making sense. As I began to realise a lot of things, a particular thought hit me.

How was it that I had heard about Brendon, travelling out of the town a day before, and Natasha knew about it? I sighed. I could only come up with one conclusion.

Natasha had purposely hidden it from me. But why? Why did she leave me out of it? I felt a twinge in my chest. The fact that her jealousy could make her go so far was heartbreaking. She needed to know that Brendon was only a friend to me and nothing more.

I kept driving down the road and took a turn to the left. I had no destination in mind as I paved the road.

Even after realising everything, I could not feel anger towards Natasha. I only wished she would admit these feelings she had for him. I was convinced that she had been in love with Brandon for the longest time.

I took another turn and finally realised I had been going around in circles. I took another turn to the right and entered into a rather deserted road. The road had trees on each side of it, and the tranquillity gave me peace of mind.

If Natasha admitted her feelings for Brendon, and he accepted her, what would happen to our friendship? Surely it would crumble down, and I would feel left out. A part of me wanted to feel happy, but another part of me did not want that to happen.

I chuckled at myself and shook my head.

My eyes spotted a clearing at the side of the road. Curious, I pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the car. I walked in between the trees, the grasses crunching under my boots.

I reached the clearing, and to my surprise, there was a small late up ahead. I jogged up to the water and gazed at the gentle waves that rippled at the surface.

The peaceful sound of the water should have brought some comfort and calmed my stormy heart, but it only seemed to make it worse. Aside from the fact that I had realised a lot of things about Natasha, something else was etched in my mind, causing my heart to fill with worry.

It was my stepbrother.

I stood there by the lake, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to make sense of the chaos that was happening around me. My stepbrother was back, and he was determined to make my life a living hell once again. He was the same monster who had tormented me as a child, and now he was back to wreak havoc once again.

As I gazed out over the calm waters of the lake, I felt a wave of emotions wash over me. Fear, anger, and frustration all mixed together, creating a swirling tornado of confusion inside of me. I had thought that I had escaped my stepbrother’s grasp, but now he was back and threatening everything I held dear.

I tried to take a deep breath to calm my nerves and sort out my thoughts. But my mind was racing, and I couldn’t seem to get a grip on my emotions. I felt like I was drowning, like I was losing control, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I stared at myself through the reflection in the pond and let out a sigh. Clint had promised to help me with a private investigator, and all I had to do, was to be patient.

I finally felt calm and decided to go back home. I slipped into my car, and I began to zoom out from the isolated road filled with trees. As I took a turn back into the busy road, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I quickly pulled out, reading the message that had just come in.

As I gazed at the message on my phone screen, my heart dropped.