Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 93

KEIRA’s POV

The knock came again, and I began to curse harshly under my breath. Whoever was behind that door had ruined the perfect moment for me. I was close to having Clint in my grasp and between my aching legs.

Clint let out a sigh and looked at his wristwatch.

“I do not have an appointment; who could that be?” Clint muttered under his breath.

“Mr. Homer? You have a guest,” his secretary piped from behind the door.

“Guest? Does he have an appointment?” Clint asked, a hint of irritation in his voice.

“No sir, but he said it is quite urgent.”

“Urgent? I am busy right now; tell him to fix an appointment if he wants to see me.”

“He says his name is James Murray.”

Clint’s eyes went wide, and so did mine. We both shared a look, and Clint cleared his throat, “Let him in.”

The door swung open, and James walked in. His sturdy look had stayed the same since I last saw him. He greeted me with a slight nod, and Clint extended his hand for a shake.

“It is good to see you again, Mr. Murray,” Clint said as they shook hands.

“Likewise,” James responded.

Clint settled in his chair behind his desk, and James sat opposite him.

I nervously fidgeted in the plush chair across from Clint’s desk. My stomach churned as I began to think about what James had to reveal about what he had found. His visit was unexpected, and I felt my anxiety rush back into me.

“It is great to see you again,” I said with a shaky smile.

“Of course, Miss Temple. It is good to see you again, too,” James replied. “I did some digging, and I think I have some information that might be helpful.”

My heart raced as I leaned forward, eager to hear what James had discovered. Another part of me was nervous and scared to listen to what he had to say.

“What did you replace out?” Clint spoke up. His hands were clasped on his desk, and his expression was firm.

“Well, first off, I was able to track down your stepbrother’s address,” James said, pulling out a file from his briefcase. “He was living in a small town about an hour away. But, interestingly enough, he hasn’t been in that town for several months. And from what I found, he is now living in this town.”

I frowned, feeling a sense of unease. A knot began to form in my stomach, and nausea crashed over me like a wave. When Calvin sent me the text, I hoped he did not know my location and was bluffing to scare me.

But he really was here, in this town.

“D-Do you know where he is staying in this town?” I stuttered.

I could not believe I was stuttering. I looked down at my hands and noticed how they visibly trembled.

James shook his head. “I was not able to replace out much else. But, I did talk to some people in the town who said he has been acting suspiciously since returning. He has been seen around town at odd hours, and some folks think he might be up to no good.”

My heart sank as I thought about what this could mean. “Do you think Calvin is involved in something dangerous?”

“It is hard to say for sure,” James replied, shrugging.

He pulled a picture from his file and handed it to me. I took the picture with shaky hands and looked at the contents. It was blurry, but I could make out the features of the surroundings.

It was taken in front of a hotel, but the hotel was unrecognisable to me. At the window was the bare back of a man. I squinted my eyes further, and my heart sank. The familiar broad back in the picture brought back unpleasant memories. They flooded my mind like a storm, and I felt bile climb up my throat.

Without thinking, I pushed myself up from the armchair and rushed to Clint’s bathroom with my hands over my mouth. I bent over on the sink and threw up all over it. My stomach churned as more vomit escaped my mouth like flowing water.

I heard footsteps hammering on the ground, and Clint appeared in the bathroom.

“Are you alright?” He asked a tinge of worry in his voice.

I nodded and turned on the tap, draining the vomit and cleaning my mouth.

I nodded and turned on the tap, draining the vomit and cleaning my mouth.

“I-I am fine,” I said as I splashed some water on my face.

Clint offered me a handkerchief and wrapped his hands around me.

“The person in the picture, that was him, right?”

I nodded as I wiped my mouth and face.

Clint held me closer, and I buried my face in his chest. We stayed like that for minutes till I regained composure.

“I apologise, Miss Temple if the picture affected you in any way,” James piped up when we stepped back into the office.

“Oh, it is alright, Mr. Murray. You did nothing wrong,” I replied and sat back on the chair.

“Did you replace anything else on him?” Clint asked as he stood beside me.

James shook his head. “No, but I definitely think I can look into him more. I can do some more investigating if you would like, Miss Temple. I will keep you and Clint updated on anything I replace.”

I nodded, feeling grateful for James’ help. “Thank you, Mr. Murray. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, Mr Murray. That is what I am here for,” James said, standing up. “I will be in touch soon.”

As he left the room, I let out a sigh of relief. Although I was still worried about my stepbrother, I felt a sense of comfort knowing that James was on the case. With his help, we could finally put an end to this nightmare.

I felt Clint’s hand settle on my shoulder and looked at him.

“Feeling any better?” He asked in a soft tone.

I shrugged. “I do not know how to feel right now. Hearing my stepbrother is in this town is not helping me relax. What do I do, Clint?” I said, my voice trembling as I spoke.

“Hey,” Clint crouched down and cupped my face. “James is on the case. You do not need to worry.”

Was that really okay? I could not help but worry.

“Why don’t we have lunch together? We will go out and eat at a restaurant,” Clint said as he stroked my cheek.

“Okay.”