Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 124

CLINT’s POV

I g*****d as I slowly opened my eyes, feeling the pounding headache that always came with a night of excessive drinking. The birds singing happily outside usually sounded pleasing to my ears, but today, it was a nuisance.

I struggled to remember what had happened the night before, but my mind was foggy, and I could not recall anything after I started drinking in my study. I looked around me and noticed that I was in my bedroom. It caused me to raise an eyebrow. I had been drinking in my study when I heard the intercom ring.

What happened after that?

I saw that my efforts to remember only caused my head to hurt further, so I refrained from doing so.

I gingerly got out of bed, my head throbbing with each movement, and stumbled towards the door. As I made my way out of the bedroom, I was hit by a strong aroma coming from the kitchen, drawing my attention.

Confused and disoriented, I made my way towards the kitchen, my mind racing with questions. When I entered the room, I saw Keira standing by the stove, cooking breakfast. I rubbed my eyes, again and again, to confirm if I was still asleep and was seeing things.

But she was right there, dressed in my shirt and an apron draped around her waist.

I was shocked and speechless as I gazed at Keira, humming and swaying her h**s slightly as she got busy by the stove. Had I invited her over in my drunk state? I did not remember doing that.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice groggy and confused.

Keira turned to face me, a smile on her face. “Well, look who is finally awake. Good morning Clint.”

I frowned at her and held my throbbing head.

“When and how did you get in?”

“I came over last night, around 12 am,” she said, her voice filled with a bit of sadness. “I missed you, and I could not stay away from you like you asked me to.” She clutched unto the apron as her expression changed to sadness.

I could not believe what I was hearing. I had told her to stay away from me, but she had come over anyway and at a very late hour of the night. I felt guilty for making her go to such lengths to see me, and I could not help but feel annoyed at her for not listening to me.

As Keira continued to cook, I sat down at the kitchen table, still feeling confused and disoriented. The events of the night before were still a blur, and I could not make sense of anything that had happened.

I was broken away from my thoughts when the smell of bacon and toast wafted through my nose. I looked up and saw Keira placing the plates of food down on the table. I could not help but notice a bowl amongst the meal.

“Thanks,” I said, trying to sound appreciative. “What is in that bowl?”

“It is some chicken noodle soup,” she replied. “I thought it might help with your headache.”

I nodded, feeling grateful for her thoughtfulness.

Keira sat down at the kitchen table, and we started eating. I took a sip from the bowl and enjoyed how the soup warmed my insides. I put the bowl down and looked up at Keira. The stifling silence and tension surrounding us needed to be addressed.

“Keira, I thought I made it very clear about us taking a break. You, more than anyone, should understand the situation we are in right now.”

Keira took a bite of her toast and looked up at me, her eyes fierce.

“And what? You expected me to just agree with that? I never agreed to it, Clint, and neither would I.”

I ran a hand through my hair as I let out an exasperated sigh. “It is not the best solution, and I know it is going to be hard, but it is something that we need to do. Do you think it is not hard on me too?”

Keira pursed her lips and I could see that she was physically fighting back tears.

“But I do not want to take a break from us, Clint. I can’t live or breathe properly without you in my life. I just can’t,” she croaked.

She was right. I knew very much how she felt. The thought of Keira leaving my life permanently was one I could not stand or even imagine. I had deemed it impossible in my head because she was an important part of my life.

I stretched my hand across the table and took her hand in my mine. “Why don’t we set some rules? I think that would be better.”

Keira’s eyes gleamed, and she nodded. “What do you have in mind?”

“Like, avoid contact with each other in public, and choose the specific days we can see each other, aside from your therapy sessions. And, no more public dates, for now.”

Keira let out a sigh and nodded. “That is much better than taking a break, honestly.”

I nodded. I was glad that we had finally come to an agreement. We both went back to munching on our breakfast, making small talk here and there. As we ate, I still felt the urge to know what exactly happened last night because no matter how hard I tried, I could not remember.

My only option was to ask Keira.

“Hey, do you remember anything from last night?” I asked

She looked at me, and I could see a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, I remember everything,” she said teasingly.

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“And what exactly does that mean?” I asked.

“We got very intimate last night,” she said with a grin. “And did some naughty things,” she whispered.

I blinked at her as I tried to recall. My memory was broken, and I could only remember fragments of what had happened.

Keira giggled and I looked up at her.

“I had a great time last night, watching you beg for me,” she grinned.

I cocked my head at her. “There is no way that happened,” I scoffed.

“Mm, but it did. You seemed pretty desperate for me and you kept begging. It was so cute seeing you like that,” Keira teased.

I could not clarify her words, but I could not believe it either. I rose from my chair and walked over to her, hovering above her.

“Let us test it out,” I grinned.

Keira blinked. “What?”

“Since you are so sure, let us see who actually begged.”