Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 130

KEIRA’s POV

I stood frozen, staring at the television in Clint’s living room. A news reporter was on, and next to her was a picture of Clint in a professional suit, smiling.

“Clint Homer, age 34, a therapist, was seen with a college student being intimate,” the reporter said, her voice ringing through the room. I could feel my heart pounding as I saw a picture of us appear on the screen.

“The woman beside him is a 22-year-old college student, the daughter of Kane Temple, the CEO of multimillionaire company Temple and Temple Enterprise.”

I was petrified as I kept my gaze on the picture of Clint and me, the one Calvin had shown me. Why had he released them? He told me I had one week to decide, and I still had two days left. Why?!

I could feel my world crumbling, but I was more concerned about Clint.

“Sources say that Clint Homer is in a very intimate relationship with Keira Temple, even though she is his client, and the huge age gap between the pair,” the news reporter went on.

I felt devastated as I realised that Clint’s career was about to get ruined. My eyes trailed to Clint, who stared at the television with his back facing me. I ran to him frantically, my body trembling.

“Clint!” My voice shook with emotion, and tears streamed down my face.

Clint turned to face me. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and his face was emotionless. “I have no idea, Keira,” he said, trembling. “I can’t believe this is happening. I never wanted this to happen; I-“

His voice broke, and so did my heart.

I looked up at him, my heart breaking at the sight of the pain in his eyes. We both knew that his career was in jeopardy, and it was all because of me. I buried my face in his chest, crying uncontrollably as he held me close.

I was consumed with sadness and anger. How could Calvin do this to me? Rage burned within me as I realised that Calvin had once again succeeded in ruining my life.

And now, Clint’s life was on the verge of crumbling because of him.

As I stood with Clint, his phone suddenly began to beep loudly. I could see the worry on his face as he answered it. He put it on loudspeaker, and a stern voice sounded through the phone. It was my dad.

My heart sank. I knew why Papa was calling. He had seen the news. My heart began to race as I listened to Papa speak.

“I want to see you in my office now,” he said firmly.

Clint’s expression grew even more severe, and I could tell he was worried about what Papa would say to him. And I was.

Papa did not get angry quickly, but this upset him. It would come as a shock to anyone.

When my father hung up, Clint grabbed his keys and headed for the door. “I have to go,” he said, looking at me with a concerned expression.

I was anxious about the call, and Clint’s reaction only added to my worries. “Will everything be okay?” I asked, my voice shaking.

Clint grimaced. “I do not know Keira. I really don’t.”

I could see the concern in his eyes. He quickly left the house, and I felt helpless and alone.

I could not stay here any longer. The news of our affair being exposed to the public was too much to handle, and I felt I was suffocating. I needed to get out and clear my head.

I grabbed my jacket and breezed out of the house.

As I walked down the street, my thoughts were consumed by the news. How could this happen? How could Calvin do this to me? And to Clint?

The streets were quiet, and the buildings loomed over me, making me feel even smaller and helpless. I felt the whole world was judging me and could do nothing about it.

As I walked, I noticed a magazine stand at the corner of the street, right in front of a bookstore. Without thinking, I grabbed one of the magazines and started flipping through the pages. And there it was – the gossip section, with pictures of me and Clint.

I felt sick to my stomach as I looked at the pictures. Calvin had done a great job at taking very intimate photos of us, and now the whole world could see them. I could not believe this was happening to me or Clint. He had successfully evaded scandals. And not this?

I stood there on the street corner, feeling exposed and vulnerable. I was figuring out what to do or where to turn. All I knew was that my life would never be the same again.

I stood there on the street corner, feeling exposed and vulnerable. I was figuring out what to do or where to turn. All I knew was that my life would never be the same again.

As I was about to put the magazine down, my phone rang. I did not recognise the number, but something told me it was Calvin.

I hesitated momentarily before answering but knew I needed to confront him. “What do you want, Calvin?” I said, my voice shaking with anger.

Calvin laughed on the other end of the line. “Oh, you knew it was me already. You’re getting smarter,” he chuckled. “You know why I’m calling, don’t you?” he taunted me.

I felt my b***d boil. “Are you calling to mock me? How could you do this to me? To us?” I shouted into the phone, ignoring the stares I was attracted to.

Calvin just laughed again. “Oh, please. You knew what you were getting into sleeping with your therapist. That older man. Could it be how you like them now?” he said, mocking me.

I could not believe the nerve of this guy. He had no right to expose our private lives to the world. “You’re sick, Calvin. You are sick and twisted,” I spat into the phone.

“Sick? You are the sick one, a s****l maniac who can’t control herself. That is rather disgusting if you ask me.”

I gritted my teeth, and I could feel my b***d boiling.

“I’ll make you pay for this, you bastard! How dare you!’

Calvin just chuckled. “I’m only getting what is mine, Keira. And you better believe I won’t stop until I get it all,” he said before hanging up the phone.

I stood there on the street corner, fuming with anger and frustration. Calvin had won this time. But I refuse to let him get the best of me. I was going to fight back, no matter what it took.

No matter the cost.