Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 99

KEIRA’s POV

“Would you like tea? Or coffee?”Clint asked from his kitchen.

I shook my head at him and wrapped the blanket tighter than ever. I was seated on Clint’s comfy sofa, my knees raised to my chest. Clint had picked me out of my room and taken me to his place after he discerned that it was unsafe for me to be there.

I could still remember vividly how everything played out. I could faintly recall crying myself to sleep, like a baby, when I saw that Clint was not answering my calls.

When I heard his voice calling out my name, I thought I was in a lucid dream, and because of how desperately I wanted him, I imagined he was here. But when I looked up and saw his face, I knew it was not some lucid dream.

It was as clear as day. Clint was right there, in front of me. At that moment, he looked like an angel, shining brightly as he came to my rescue. When he wrapped his hands around me, I felt myself relax. Clint really was the only emotional support I had.

I rubbed my puffy eyes and sunk further into the couch. My eyes trailed to the ceiling as my thoughts took over my mind. Clint had taken me to his house, but what would happen afterward? What was the solution to this?

I had a feeling that Calvin would not stop there. The fact that he could do worse scared me.

What else was he going to do? What was his next move?

“Hey, you are overthinking again, are you not?” I heard Clint ask.

I looked down and saw him approach me with a cup.

“I said I was fine,” I protested.

“Yes, but I made this tea for you. It is chamomile tea, and it helps for relaxation, and I know you need it more than ever.”

I went grim. I could not argue with that. I took the cup of tea offered to me without protesting and took a sip. The liquid seemed to soothe my whole body, and just like Clint had said, I could feel myself relaxing bit by bit.

“I do not have a solution for this, Keira, but we must give this information to the private investigator now. He could trace the source and find out where Calvin sent this. That way, we can get him.”

I nodded my head, agreeing with Clint’s words. That was the best course of action right now.

“L-Let us do that,” I stuttered.

Clint’s flashed me a small smile and grazed his hand on my cheek.

“I will go give him a call. You stay here and relax. Do not worry; everything is going to be fine.”

I returned his smile, and he kissed my forehead before leaving me alone on the couch. I took a sip from my cup as I watched him hold the phone to his ear.

“Yes, Mr Murray? I am sorry, but this is quite urgent. If you could…”

Clint walked away, and his voice drifted out into the distance. I took another sip from the chamomile tea and closed my eyes. Everything would be fine; everything was going to be okay.

Those were the words I chanted mentally to reassure myself.

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“I hope calling you out of the blue does not bother you,” Clint said, offering James a glass of water.

James was seated on the sofa opposite mine with a blank look.

“It is not a bother, I can assure you, Mr. Homer, and it did sound rather urgent.”

“Yes, I fear it is.” Clint plopped down beside me. “Well, we may have a serious problem,” Clint began. “Keira here received a text from an unknown number. It had a picture of her, taken just outside her apartment.”

James sat forward in his chair, his expression serious. “Do you have any idea who could have taken the picture?”

I nodded, feeling my stomach drop at the mere thought of uttering his name. “Yes, it was definitely Calvin. There is no mistake.”

Clint leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “We need to come up with some countermeasures. What do you think, Mr. Murray? Can we possibly track the number?”

James rubbed his beard and sighed. “Can I see the photo?”

I nodded and handed my phone over to him. James gazed at the image for a while, his expression turning grim.

“This is quite bad, but I may be able to track the number. It is not guaranteed that it would work, though. Nonetheless, it is worth a try.”

“This is quite bad, but I may be able to track the number. It is not guaranteed that it would work, though. Nonetheless, it is worth a try.”

“Good,” Clint said. “Can you also check the surveillance footage around her apartment building? Maybe we can find out who took the picture.”

James nodded. “I can do that. I will also look into any recent activity on her social media accounts. Maybe he got her number from there.”

Clint turned to me. “In the meantime, Keira, be extra vigilant. Do not open any emails or messages from unknown numbers, and let us know if you notice any suspicious activities around you.”

I nodded again, relieved that Clint and James took this very seriously. It was a scary situation, but I was grateful for their support.

As James and Clint continued to discuss their following line of action, I sat there quietly, feeling a sense of gratitude for Clint’s help. I knew I was not alone, with him and James on my side. I had people willing to help me, which greatly relieved me.

“I will need a copy of this photo; you can send it to me. This may take a while, but I will contact you within a week or two,” James said as he rose from the chair.

“Thank you for your help Mr. Murray,” Clint said and extended his hand for a shake.

“It is nothing,” James replied and returned the shake.

Clint saw him out, emptied the cup’s contents, set it down on the table, and appeared in the living room moment later.

“So what do you want to do? Do you want to stay here for a while?”

I blinked at him. That was indeed a tempting suggestion, but Natasha came to mind.

“I would love to, but it will be better for me to return. I am worried about my roommate.”

Clint looked a bit disappointed, but he only let out a sigh and smiled.

“Okay, I will take you back home then.”