Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 48

CLINT’S POV

I did my last set of reps with the barbells and put them back in place. I pushed myself into a sitting position and heaved heavily as sweat trickled down my face.

Coming to the gym was sort of a coping mechanism for me. It helped me relieve stress and take my mind off everything. With my ex wife breathing down my neck, my stress levels were high.

I would often find myself over thinking and that led to sleepless nights, which made me sleep deprived. I pushed myself up from the bench and picked up a bottle of water, chugging down the contents.

Being sleep deprived was something I detested. It lowered my performance at work and increased my stress even more. I sighed and looked at the large mirror right in front of me.

My hair was a bit messy, and I noticed that the hairs on my chin had started sprouting out again. I needed a shave. I disposed the empty plastic bottle of water and picked up my bag.

I pulled out my phone and flipped through my contacts. I stopped at Keira’s number and sighed. After calling her repeatedly I began to worry. It was unlike her to not answer my calls. Was she okay? Or was she ignoring my calls intentionally? I shook my head to dispel such thoughts.

I headed out of the gym, and glanced at my watch as I sauntered towards my car. It was a little after 7pm. I was a bit positive that my ex wife would not be at my place by this time.

I hopped into my car and began driving down the road. Classical music began playing from the radio and that seemed to soothe me and elevate a bit of my stress.

The gym was minutes away from my house and I was at my front yard in no time, I parked my car and hopped out of my car. The first thing I noticed as I stared at my front porch were the lights inside the house.

They had been turned on.

I gritted my teeth as I grimaced inwardly. I was damn sure that I did not leave my lights on when I left for the gym, it was a mistake I could not have made. So that could only mean one thing.

Either my ex wife was back again, or Keira was here. I honestly hoped that it would be Keira. I trudged up to my front door and placed my hand on the door knob, twisting it slowly. The door opened and my suspicions had been confirmed.

There was indeed someone in my house.

I walked into my house and clicked the door shut. The lights were on and instantly felt a sense of foreboding crawling up my spine. I headed for the living room first and peered inside.

As I had suspected, my ex wife, Marie, was lounging on the couch.

It irritated me how she acted like she still lived here. I exhaled and walked into the living room. My soft footsteps resonating from the marble floor caught her attention. She looked up at me and a small smile curled up her lips.

“Welcome home dear,” she said in a mocking tone. I certainly wasn’t someone dear to her. I was certain about that.

And so her words only had me cringing as I placed my bag down on the floor.

“What the f**k do you want this time? I thought I told you to not step foot in this house until it was time for the court case,” I grumbled as I approached the small wine bar.

I picked up a bottle of wine and an empty glass. I poured some wine into the glass until it was filled to the brim. Might as well drown myself in wine. It was better than losing my sanity.

Marie walked up to me and folded her arms.

“I need money,” she blurted out with so much confidence it shocked me.

I took several gulps of the wine and chuckled loudly.

“Is this some kind of joke?”

She frowned at me.

“Why would I be in this house this late if it was just to make a silly joke?” She questioned.

I let out an exasperated sigh and ran a hand through my messy hair.

“I gave you money last week Marie, what the f**k do you need money for again?” I could hear the tone in my voice rising.

I had been trying my best to conceal my anger, but it was this close to slipping out.

“That is none of your business. Now give me some money, I need to leave now. I would not even be here if you did not block my number.”

I chugged down the remaining glass of wine and placed the glass down on the counter. I brushed past Marie and began to make my way upstairs.

“Where are you going? I said I needed money!” She yelled after me.

“And I don’t plan on giving you any!” I yelled back and stopped in my tracks.

I walked up to her and pointed a finger at her face.

“You think you can just come into my house and demand for money like it is your right? No f*****g. As a matter of fact, I need you to hand over the keys.”

Marie scoffed.

“Bullshit. This house belongs to me too and you know it!” She yelled, the veins in her forehead popping up.

I grimaced as I recalled that her name was on the papers for this house alongside mine. I muttered curses under my breath. If I had known, I would never have put the house under the both of us names. I exhaled and turned away from her.

I was too tired and too exhausted to engage her right now.

“Clint! I said give me some money! I will not say it again!”

I scoffed. Did she think she could control me again like how it used to be when we were married? I ignored her words and started up the stairs when she spoke.

“Your fling dropped by.”

I paused and turned to her. She had a smirk on her lips.

“Keira was it? Such a pretty young girl. I told her that she was wasting her time with a divorced man like you,” she chuckled.

I flared up with anger and marched towards her.

“Why the f**k would you tell her that?” I barked.

“To spite you and I will also use this against you in court. I guess you are not going to win this case after all,” she grinned.

I grabbed her wrist and stared at her dead in the eyes.

“Don’t you dare,” I snarled.

She snatched her hand away from my wrist and walked to the front door.

“I will be back again, and this time, have my money prepared.”

She slammed the door shut and I sunk into the couch. What had I gotten myself into?

I could feel the pure anger coursing through me as she slammed the door in her wake. Marie had to be my biggest regret and with all I have built in the last twenty years, that was really something.

The first two years I had met her, the diva model that had me under her claws had been amazing. Thrilling and everything good. I hadn’t wasted time in putting a ring on her fingers, anxious to keep her beside me for life.

But that became the problem. As soon as we got married, Marie had decided that she wanted off the stage which was really not a problem. I had enough money to keep her happy and so while I worked hard, Marie worked hard at spending my fortune.

Things had spiralled out of control from there. She wanted me home all the time to keep her satisfied. I had understood that she was bored, and since she had no interest in going back to the walkway. I had suggested we start a family.

Marie didn’t want one.

She didn’t want that body of hers that took her so much to be maintained to be ruined. But she also didn’t want to be on the walkway. It was hard. Trying to understand what she wanted exactly so that I could give it to her.

Three more years down the line and I realised something even worse. I didn’t have her heart. Maybe I had my debit cards in her heart. But that had to be all about it.

I have spent a year going back and forth with Marie on trying to get a divorce and every time, it almost seemed like I could never shake her off me.

But this time, she had dared to go near Keira.

My Keira.

A lot of times, I wished she was older, so that I could have met her quicker, maybe ended up with her and not Marie.

But there was no turning the hands of time. And not all damages could be undone.

And so even as I pulled out my phone to call her, I prayed it wasn’t too late..