Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 83

KEIRA’s POV

My eyes scanned the words written on the book that was spread out on my thighs. It was business gibberish, and quite frankly, I was having a hard time assimilating anything. Even though I had no classes, it did not stop me from studying.

Despite the fact that my mental health was crumbling away like worn-out paint.

I flipped to the next page and decided to focus. I made myself more comfortable on Clint’s fluffy sofa and relaxed into it.

My eyes trailed the words, each letter, but my concentration waned thin. My mind instantly drifted away, and I stared at the pages blankly. I forced myself to focus once again, but my attempts were futile. Minutes had passed, and I was still stuck on the first line of the page.

“This is not working,” I muttered and slammed the book shut.

I laid my head back on the sofa and exhaled softly through my nostrils. The sound of my phone beeping loudly caught my attention instantly, and my eyes snapped to the table for it.

I picked it up, and the moment I saw the name on the ID, my mood brightened up instantly. It was Clint. He was never one to send me a text during work, so getting a text from him made me undeniably happy. I clicked the message open, and I found myself grinning from ear to ear.

“For some reason, my mind kept drifting to you, so I decided to send a text. What are you doing right now?”

I read his text and giggled, my fingers already hitting the keys to reply to him.

“Well, I am studying, but I am bored out of my mind. When are you coming home?” I hit send and waited for him to reply.

He sent a funny-looking emoji, and it made me giggle again. The way Clint texted contradicted his behaviour in real life, and I found that extremely amusing.

“I will be home soon. What would you like for dinner?”

I stared at his text, my mind mulling over his question. I did not have a particular food in mind, so it was hard to give him an answer.

“Hm, anything is fine by me. How about some chicken salad?” I typed.

“That sounds nice. See you in a bit.”

His text was accompanied by a red heart emoji, and it made my heart flutter. I read through our text again, and at that moment, an idea popped up into my head.

It was like a mind-blowing idea, and I was eager to execute it. My eyes trailed to the ticking wall clock, and I gazed at the time. It was a little after 8 pm, the perfect time for dinner.

I shot up from the chair and took long strides into Clint’s bedroom. I wasted no time walking up to the shelves right below the large wardrobe. I slid it open, and my face brightened.

A large brown box sat on the shelves, and I pulled it out. I flipped it open, and excitement rushed over me as I gazed at the contents. The box contained red, scented candles, perfect for setting a romantic and sexy mood.

My plan was to have the perfect dinner with Clint. I wanted to set the mood and surprise him with all the decorations. I eagerly pulled out the candles, lighting them up one by one.

My first destination was the living room. I placed a candle on the rack under the TV, the large glass table in between the sofas, and anywhere else I could find some space.

I breezed out of the living with the box of candles and approached the dining room. I placed two candles in the middle of the table and two around the room.

I took a step back to admire my work. Everything was shaping up nicely, and it sent a thrill down my spine. For the final touches, I placed a few candles in the bathroom.

But that was not the end of my plans. I walked out of the bathroom and headed back into Clint’s room. From the wardrobe, I pulled out a red silk lingerie that showed a lot of skin.

I picked it up and held it to my face. I was convinced that Clint was going to love seeing me in this slutty attire. I walked over to the large dressing mirror and slid on the lingerie. I was impressed by how well it hugged all my curves and features.

I could not stop the grin that was spreading on my lips. With all the decorations, dinner was going to be special for Clint and me, and after that, he would have dessert, and the dessert was me. The thought of it sent me into a spiral of uncontrollable thrill.

I could not wait for Clint to get home. I gave myself one last look in the mirror before slipping on a large jacket to conceal my attire since it was the finale for tonight.

I rushed out to the living room and gazed at the candles I had lit up. I was about dissatisfied with the looks and needed something else to spice things up. There was no time to go shopping, so I decided to improvise with whatever I found at home.

I rummaged around and found a few red ribbons, which were perfect because they matched the scented candles. I used the ribbons to decorate the living room and the dining room.

I was feeling way more satisfied with my work now, and I was positive that Clint would be happy when he saw the extra work I had put in. I could already imagine the look on his face when he walked into his house.

My eyes trailed to the clock again, and thirty minutes had passed since the last time I checked. Clint would be here any minute. I walked back to the sofa and sunk into it. I picked up my book again and decided to study before Clint got back.

As I flipped the book open, my phone began to ring loudly.