Daddy's Little Whore -
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 91
KEIRA’s POV
I was frozen in my seat, dumbfounded at the building my eyes were fixed on. Was I seeing this? Or was it all a mirage? I was in doubt.
This building was where Clint’s office resided. What were we doing here? My head snapped back to my dad immediately.
“Papa, what are we doing here?” I inquired.
“Well, this is where you’ll meet your new therapist,” he replied, turning the car off.
He exited the car first, but I was still glued to my seat. My legs seemed to have gone numb underneath me. Why had the father chosen this particular therapist’s office? Did he and Clint talk about anything? Did Papa know? I swallowed hard to lubricate my dried throat.
“Keira? What are you doing? Get down from the car.”
I blinked and turned to see Papa already out of the car. I quickly slung my bag over my shoulder and got out. I slung the bag over my shoulder and met my dad.
We began to walk towards the building, and hope sparked in my heart. What if the therapist was Clint? I chuckled softly at how ridiculous that sounded. There was no way the odds would be so much in my favor.
My heart hammered loudly as we entered the building; it was all I could hear.
“This man is actually a very close friend of mine, so I trust that he would take good care of you,” Papa said with a smile as he looked at me warmly.
I smiled back at him but grimaced inwardly. Knowing how the therapist would treat me was the least of my problems. What bothered me was the fact that I was getting a new therapist. Who could it be? Dr. Kenswood again?
Pain spread across my chest when I imagined how hurt Clint would look once I revealed that I had a new therapist and one from his clinic. I let out a sigh as we approached the elevator.
“Keira, is something bothering you?” Papa asked as the elevator doors slid shut.
I looked up at him and forced a smile.
“No, I am fine. I am just a bit nervous about meeting a new therapist,” I lied.
“Hm, that is quite understandable. Being able to open up to a stranger is hard, but I am sure you’ll be fine,” he said.
My heart warmed. I could see how considerate my father was trying to be. How could I get mad at him for getting me a new therapist? A feeling of resignation slowly dawned on me. Even though I was getting a new therapist, it was not the end of my relationship with Clint, right?
The doors to the elevator slid open, and a very friendly reception was in view. My heart began to ram into my chest, daring me to tear my muscles and jump out. As we approached the oval reception desk, we noticed no one was there.
My dad let out a sigh and shrugged.
“He knows I am coming, so we can just go into his office.”
I nodded and followed closely behind him. We walked the all-so-familiar corridor, and then Papa stopped in front of a familiar door. All the b***d drained from my face when I realised whose door it was.
My father knocked, and an all-so-familiar voice echoed from within the office.
“Who is it?”
“It is me, Mr Temple.”
There was a short silence accompanied by hurried footsteps. The door swung open, and I went owl-eyed as I stared at the person before me.
It was Clint.
He looked just as surprised as I was but immediately composed himself.
“Mr. Temple, it is great to see you again,” Clint beamed. “Please come in.”
Clint stood out of the way, and we walked into his office. My mind was blank as I desperately tried to comprehend what we were doing in Clint’s office.
“Please, have a seat; I’ll tell my secretary to bring you some coffee,” Clint smiled and picked up his receiver.
I settled on one of the chairs in front of Clint’s desk, and my dad sat beside me. Clint looked a bit frustrated as he held the receiver to his ear. After a few seconds, he slammed it down and sighed exasperated.
“My secretary is not at her desk right now.”
“Oh, that is quite fine. I will be on my way soon,” Papa said and turned to me.
“I recall telling you I would introduce you to my daughter soon. Well, this is my daughter, Keira. You both met at the golf course some months back.”
I remember that day vividly.
My eyes shifted to Clint slowly, and he had a courteous smile on his lips.
“It is a pleasure to meet you again, Keira,” Clint chimed and extended his hand to me.
How was he so good at playing dumb?
“It is nice to meet you too,” I said, extending my hand to him for a handshake.
My father let out a satisfied grunt and smiled at me.
“I will be leaving her in your care from now on. We can finalise payment tomorrow; I must be on my way now.”
“Alright, let me see you out.”
Both men rose from their seats, and I watched them converse as they exited the office. All along, Clint was the therapist my father was talking about. The reality seemed much better than I expected. I let out a sigh of relief and slumped back in my seat.
Now that I knew Clint was the therapist, all my anxiety was leaving my body slowly. The door clicked open again, and I looked back to see Clint. He had the widest grin, and I raised an eyebrow at him.
“What is so amusing?” I asked.
“Your face when you walked into the office,” Clint chuckled.
I rubbed my temples and sighed. “Well, you can’t blame me for that. I had no idea the therapist my father was getting me would be you.”
“He talked to me about it, and I recommended my services.”
My eyes widened as I looked at Clint.
“What?”
Clint settled down in his chair behind his desk and looked at me.
“Your father wanted a new therapist for you, but I did not want that. So I told him about my services. That way, you can keep being my patient. Smart, isn’t it?” He grinned.
I had to admit that it was an intelligent thing to do. A smile tugged at my lips. I felt better, knowing that Clint was still my therapist.
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