Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 106

KEIRA’s POV

I was sitting in the back of the taxi, feeling the familiar jolt of anxiety as the driver weaved through the city’s busy streets. I had never been this anxious to see my father. The thought of confronting him about the text message I had received from my wicked stepbrother was making my nerves jangle.

As the taxi pulled up outside my father’s office building, I took a deep breath and stepped out, my eyes never leaving the imposing building in front of me. The building had an impressive glass and steel structure with sharp lines and shiny surfaces. I entered the lobby and was greeted by a spacious interior with gleaming marble floors and towering pillars.

Making my way over to the reception desk, I tried to put on a brave face, but my nerves were getting the best of me. The receptionist was new. She was a haughty-looking woman with a sharp bob and a frosty expression. I cleared my throat and spoke, “Excuse me, I am here to see Mr. Temple.”

The woman looked me up and down, her eyes narrowing in disdain as she adjusted her horn-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“I am sorry, Mr Temple is not taking any visitors at the moment,” she replied, clipped and dismissive.

I felt my impatience and anger rising. I needed to talk to my father urgently, and this woman was getting in my way. “It’s urgent,” I said, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. “I need to speak to him about a family matter.”

The receptionist remained unmoved, her expression stony. “I’m afraid I can’t help you,” she said coolly. You could try that at home when he’s done here.

I clenched my fists and felt the urge to punch her. Her eyes had moved away from me, and she was now focused on the screen before her, completely ignoring my existence.

“Hey, I just said I need to see my father, which is urgent.”

The woman looked up at me, her cold gaze piercing my skin sharply.

“And I said you cannot see him,” she scoffed. “Family members and thinking they get special treatment because they are related to the CEO, it sickens me,” she clicked her tongue.

I glared at her, ready to rain harsh words on her, when I heard the elevator beep. The elevator doors slid open, and to my surprise, my dad walked out of it. He held a phone to his ear and seemed deep in a conversation with whoever was on the line.

His eyes found mine, and they widened. He slid the phone down from his ear.

“Keira!” he exclaimed, striding towards me. “What are you doing here?”

The receptionist looked nervous as my father approached us, and she quickly scrambled to her feet. “Mr Temple, I told your daughter you were not taking any visitors.” She said, and I noticed how pale her skin had turned.

My father did not seem to hear her. Instead, he enveloped me in a warm hug. “Come on, let us go to my office and talk.”

As we walked away, I could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction. We walked into the elevator and rode in silence. I stole a glance at my father, and I could not help but notice the expression on his face. He looked worried, like something was bothering me. What was wrong with him?

The doors to the elevator slid open after a few minutes, and we walked out of it.

As my father and I walked down the hallway toward his office, I could not help but take in my surroundings. The second floor of the building was just as grand as the first, with high ceilings, intricately carved mouldings, and sparkling chandeliers.

“Did you have a makeover?” I asked. A lot of things had changed at the company.

“Just a little, here and there,” Papa responded.

We arrived at Papa’s office, and he opened the door for me, gesturing for me to enter. The room was spacious, with large windows that looked out onto the city skyline and a comfortable seating area in the centre.

The walls were adorned with paintings and photographs, some of which I recognised from childhood. A large wooden desk was in the corner, with a leather chair behind it, and a computer and piles of papers scattered across its surface.

I sat on the plush couch, sinking into its soft cushions, and my father sat opposite me. He looked at me expectantly, his eyes kind and understanding.

I sat on the plush couch, sinking into its soft cushions, and my father sat opposite me. He looked at me expectantly, his eyes kind and understanding.

“So, what is on your mind, Keira?” he asked gently. “You hardly come all the way here just to see me. Something is definitely wrong, right?”

I went grim and opened my mouth to speak, but I paused. I needed to know what was on

my dad’s mind. “Dad, what is wrong?” I asked, my voice laced with concern.

He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. “You are just too perceptive,” he chuckled. “Actually, Keira, Calvin sent me a text message.”

My heart sank at his words. The last time Calvin sent a message to Papa, he had ended up in the hospital.

“What did he say?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

My dad looked at me, his eyes hard and unyielding. “I can’t tell you, Keira. It is not something that you need to worry about.”

I felt a surge of frustration rising within me. Why was Dad keeping secrets from me? I had a right to know what was going on.

“Papa, please. You can’t just shut me out like this,” I pleaded.

He sighed, then looked at me with a steely gaze. “I’ll handle it, Keira. I promise you. There is nothing to worry about.”

I wanted to believe him; I really did. But as I looked into his eyes, I could not help but feel a sense of unease. Something was not right, and I had a sinking feeling that it was only a matter of time before the truth came to light.

“Well, what is wrong, Keira?” He asked.

“I came here because Calvin sent me a text message too.”

My dad’s eyes widened, and I saw the fear and concern.

“What did he say?” he fumed.

I pulled out my phone from my shoulder bag and showed him the text.

“This text is very vague, Dad. I need to know. What exactly do you have that belongs to him?”

My dad scratched his head and let out a shaky breath.

“Alright, Keira, I will tell you everything.”