Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 75

KEIRA’s POV

My heavy eyelids slid open, and I blinked to eradicate my blurred up vision. The smell of sweet, ground coffee beans filled my nostrils, arousing my curiosity. I blinked once more, clearing my vision, and a white ceiling was in view.

I g*****d and shifted, only to realise there was something draped on my body. I looked down to see myself fully clothed, cleaned up and covered up with a nice, warm blanket.

What had happened?

I began to pick up the bits of pieces in my mind. I immediately recalled how I had begged Clint for s*x desperately and how he had f****d me in his office bathroom.

My cheeks flared up with a bright red, and I began to regret my decision. How could I say such a thing? Sure, I was not in my right mind, but to beg for s*x like that was not in my nature. I sighed and pushed myself into a sitting position on the sofa.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee was still prominent in the air, and it gave the whole atmosphere a relaxing feeling. I looked around the office, but Clint was nowhere in sight. Where had he gone?

I heard the sound of a door click open, and Clint appeared from a door on the left. Once his eyes met mine, his face brightened up, and a smile graced his lips. He walked over to me while holding two cups of coffee in his hands.

“You are finally awake. I was scared you were going to sleep through the day,” Clint chuckled.

He handed me a cup of coffee, and I looked into it. The brown liquid emitted steam from it, and I took a sip of it. The realisation of the situation I had desperately tried to escape began to dawn on me.

My hands began to tremble, and tears clouded my vision.

“Hey, hey, it is okay. It is fine,” Clint said softly, and he sat down beside me.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him. I placed my head on his chest and enjoyed his warm and comforting embrace. The fact that Clint treated me with so much care made me extremely happy.

It was evident that our relationship was going well, and that alone was enough to make me thrilled. My heart dropped when I realised that my stepbrother would ruin this perfect relationship I had with Clint. The thought alone sent my mind into turmoil.

I clung to Clint as I sobbed softly. Clint withdrew from me after a few minutes, and I noticed how serious his face was.

“Keira, I know you may not want to talk about it, but I need to know more about your stepbrother. You said he was dangerous, but how dangerous could he be to make you so scared of him like this?” Clint asked.

My gaze dropped to the floor as I contemplated on whether telling Clint was a good idea. But we had come so far and had made so much progress in our relationship. I should be able to trust him with every piece of information.

I looked up at Clint, and he looked at me expectantly.

“When he was about thirteen, and I was five, my stepbrother…he fought with a boy in the street over a girl in his class. He stabbed the boy in the palm and fled. I was there. I had seen everything. ” I said, my voice quacking.

Clint’s face went pale, and he froze. I swallowed hard, bracing myself as I spoke.

“But it did not stop there. I honestly wish it did. My stepbrother also threatened to kill me if I told on him when the parents of the boy came by the house with their injured son. The bastard lied that he had been in the backyard with me playing. I had no choice but to agree. That was what stemmed my fear for him.”

A lump formed in my throat as I uttered those words. Those words came alongside memories, ones that I wished to erase from my mind. Memories of my stepbrother that were even worse than this story. Memories where I was the injured one.

Clint heaved a distressed sigh and pulled me closer to him, and I snuggled into his arms while he stroked my hair. I guessed that he was trying to considerate my feelings by not prying too deeply, and even I did not want to elaborate further.

“I can see why you are so fearful of him. I am so sorry you had to go through this because of him. It angers me, and I wish I could get my hands on him,” Clint said, his tone having a serious hint to it.

Clint’s concern for me made me immeasurably happy. I held onto him tightly and wished to stay in his arms forever.

“I wish I could stay like this, with you forever, Clint,” I blurted out without thinking.

Clint’s chuckle echoed through the walls of the large office.

“I would love that too, but you know you can’t stay here.”

I looked up at him, an eyebrow raised.

“Why not? This is your personal office. I do not think anyone would come in.”

Clint let out a sigh and shook his head.

“Not just that, but I have a lot of work that I need to get done, and I am sure you need to go back home.”

My heart dropped. I had gotten so lax since I was in the comfort of Clint’s presence, and I never thought that I would have to leave so soon.

“But, I am too scared to go back. What if he is watching my every move? What if he finds me, Clint?” I said as my hands began to tremble.

Clint grabbed my hands in his and looked me dead in the eyes.

“That will not happen. I will not let it happen. I promised I would get a private investigator, and I am already working on that. So why don’t you go home and relax, take a proper bath, eat a nice meal? Hm? How does that sound?”

I nodded reluctantly, and Clint smiled.

“Great, I will give you a call, and you can also give me a call if something goes wrong, okay?” Clint said and planted a soft k**s on my head.

“Alright, I will give you a call once I am home,”

Clint nodded and helped me up from the sofa. He handed me my shoulder bag and saw me at the door. The moment I exited Clint’s office, a rush of anxiety overtook me.