Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 81

KEIRA’s POV

The birds chirping happily outside the window roused me up from my sleep. I g*****d as I stretched my body on Clint’s king-sized bed. My eyes slid open, and they fell on the other side of the bed, which was empty.

I pushed myself into a sitting position and looked around the room, my mind still half asleep. The birds kept chirping, and somehow, I enjoyed the melodious tune they produced.

But where was Clint? I turned to the bedside table, and my phone came to view.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the drowsiness of a long day as I picked up my phone. I decided to give my dad a call just to check up on him and see how he was doing. I dialed his number and held my breath as I waited for him to answer.

But there was no answer. I tried again and again, but each time I was met with silence. My heart started to race as I realised something might be wrong. Paranoia clouded my mind instantly. A tight knot began to form in my stomach.

I quickly jumped out of bed and went to his DM, typing out a message to my dad. “Papa, are you okay? Please let me know if you need anything.”

I hit send and sat there, staring at my phone as if I could will it to ring. But there was nothing, just the endless silence that filled me with dread.

I tried to tell myself that he was probably just busy or that there was a simple explanation for why he was not answering. But the worry would not go away. I promised myself that I would call him again in the afternoon and that I would not stop until I heard his voice again.

Clint walked into the room a second after, and my eyes shot up to him. He was dressed in a tight, white shirt that hugged his defined muscles so well, and his lower half was clothed in a pair of grey joggers. He held two cups of coffee in his hands, and he was giving me a worried look. Clint could tell right away that something was wrong.

“Keira, what is going on?” he asked, sitting down on the bed beside me and handing me a cup of coffee.

“I tried to call my dad, but he is not answering,” I said, taking a sip from the cup. “I am worried about him.”

Clint put his arm around me and pulled me close. “It is okay,” he said. “I am sure he is fine. Maybe he is just busy.”

“I do not know,” I said, feeling the knot in my stomach tightens. “I just have this feeling that something is not right.”

Clint held me for a few minutes until I was feeling calmer. “Why don’t you call him back later?” he said. “I am sure he will definitely pick up.”

I sighed and nodded. That was the only thing I could do for now. Worrying would get me nowhere.

“You do not have classes today, right?”

I turned to Clint and nodded.

“Great, we will hold the therapy session here today,” Clint said and took a sip from his cup.

I blinked at him with wide eyes.

“Here?”

“Yes, so get ready.”

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“Okay, Keira, let us start by doing some yoga,” Clint said, his voice soft and soothing.

I frowned at him as I sat on the sofa in the living room.

“Why yoga?” I asked, folding my arms.

“Well, it is a good calming exercise. And seeing how much you have been agitated lately, I thought this would be a good idea.”

My heart melted at the fact that Clint was thinking and being so considerate of me. But yoga was something I had not done in a long time. Could I still pull it off?

“Do not worry about not being able to do it. Just do whatever I do,” Clint reassured me like he could read my mind.

I nodded, feeling a little nervous but excited. I had always wanted to try yoga since the last time, but I never wanted to try it again, not after what had transpired then. But with Clint, I felt like I could try anything.

He stood up and led me to a mat in the middle of the room. “Just follow my lead,” he said, smiling at me reassuringly.

We started with a few simple stretches and deep breathing exercises. I felt my muscles relax as I let myself sink into the moment. Clint was surprisingly skilled at yoga, and his movements were graceful and fluid. I did my best to keep up, but it was definitely not easy.

“Do not worry about keeping pace with me,” Clint said, noticing my frustration. “This is about replaceing peace within yourself, not about competition.”

I took a deep breath and let go of my worries. I focused on my body and my breathing, letting the rest of the world fade away. By the end of the session, I felt calmer and more centred than I had in a long time.

“How do you feel?” Clint asked, looking at me with concern.

“I feel…better,” I said, smiling.

He nodded and got up from the mat.

“Why don’t you repeat the exercises a few more times? I will go make some lemonade for us.

I nodded and began to redo the moves I had learnt from Clint.

“Oh, and by the way. Apparently, there is going to be an investor’s meeting at your father’s company tomorrow,” Clint said from the kitchen.

My eyes flew open, and I stopped my movements.

“An investor’s meeting? Will you be attending?”

“Of course, it is mandatory.”

I put my hands down slowly as his words sunk into my mind. Does this mean that Clint and my father would eventually interact with each other? Would Clint tell him about us now? How will Papa react to such? I wondered.

Clint walked back into the living room with two glasses of lemonade in his hands.

“So, I will be seeing your father,” he added and handed me the lemonade.

I took several gulps and savoured the taste of the cold liquid as it ran down my throat. It was just a meeting. There was nothing for me to worry about. Right?