Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 84

KEIRA’s POV

The loud and incessant ringing of my phone caught my attention instantly. My eyes wandered to my phone, and I picked it up from the table. The words ‘Papa’ were boldly written on my screen, and my eyes lit up instantly.

I had been a worried mess ever since he did not answer my calls nor reply to my text. I immediately answered the call and heard his voice boom through the phone.

“Hey, sweetheart, how are you doing?”

I could not contain my excitement and relief from hearing his voice.

“Papa! You had me so worried. I called you and sent you a text message, but I got no reply!” I whined.

I heard him let out a throaty chuckle. “Ah, that was not fair of me, was it? I have just been a bit busy with work and all.”

Relief crashed over me instantly. I did not mind if he was busy as long as he was okay.

“Well, that is fine. I was just worried about you.”

“Mm, and I am sorry for making you worry so much about me. But how are you? And how is Natasha?”

My heart sank at the sound of her name. Natasha and I had not exactly been on speaking terms for a long time, and I had not seen her since the last time we spoke at school. Even though she probably did not want to talk to me. I could not help but worry about her.

“Natasha…she is doing alright,” I lied.

“Oh? It has been a while since I spoke to her. Why don’t you hand the phone to her?”

I froze and went mute at his question. It suddenly hit me that my dad was, most likely, under the assumption that I was still at my apartment with Natasha. He had no idea about Clint, our relationship, or how I had been staying over at his place, and I was not about to tell him all of that.

“Well, Natasha is not home right now. She went out to get some groceries for dinner,” I lied again.

I bit my inner lips until I could taste b***d. Lying to Papa was one thing I hated doing, but there was nothing I could do in this situation.

“Hmm,” I heard his voice boom through the phone. There was a slight pause, and that caused my heart rate to speed up. Was he doubting my words? “Alright, why don’t you say hi to her for me?”

“O-Of course Papa,” I breathed a sigh of relief.

“How is your therapy going? Have you gone for any sessions lately?”

I frowned at the sudden question he sprung on me. Why was he so interested in my therapy session all of a sudden?

“Well, yes, I have had a few sessions over the past few days. Why?”

I heard him g***n, and I rose from the chair. His sudden question made me extremely uneasy. I began to pace around the living room while nibbling on my fingernail.

“Actually, I want to get you a therapist.”

I stopped dead in my tracks and my finger slowly slipped down to my side.

“What? A new therapist? Why Papa?” I asked, my arms trembling.

“It is quite obvious that therapist that you are currently with is not doing a good job.”

“That is not true Papa! The sessions have really helped me!” I yelled.

“Well I do not see it. This therapist is not working and I have found a better option for you.”

Why was he saying all this? A better option for me? How had he concocted this notion in his head that the therapy sessions were not working? I could not comprehend his words.

A lump formed in my throat as I spoke. “And I do not think I need another therapist Papa. I am fine as it is. There is no need to bother yourself with one.”

“You say you are fine? With the way you have been acting lately? I do not think so Keira.”

I went owl eyes and could not utter a word. Had my recent behaviours been so noticeable enough to make my dad know? I had tried my best to hide it from him, so as not to worry him, but it seemed like I had failed considerably.

“I have not been acting weird lately. Maybe I have just been stressed because of school, but it is not enough to get me another therapist Papa,” I argued.

How could I possibly switch therapist? If Papa were to get me another therapist, I would be forced to leave Clint and that was something I could not imagine happening. Clint was more than just a therapist to me now. He was a very important figure in my life, like a pillar holding me together.

If Clint was gone, I would crumble down to the ground. It was such a horrible thing to think about. I needed to try my best and convince my dad about this.

“This therapist is great. You will love them I promise. I will pick you up first thing in the morning to meet up, so get ready before I come.”

My eyes widened. “But pa-“

I heard a click, and the line went dead. I walked back to the sofa and slumped down in it. Why was this happening? Why did I have to get a new therapist? Things were going just fine with Clint, why did that have to change?

I threw my phone down to the table and rubbed my temples. There was no need to get so worked up about it. I could easily meet with the therapist like my dad had said and find a way to turn him down.

As I sunk deeper into my thoughts, I heard the sound of the front door click open. My mood was instantly revived and I flew out of the chair, running all the way to the door.