Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 134

KEIRA’s POV

I waited, listening to my father’s footsteps as he trudged up the stairs. After a few minutes, I heard the door to his room slam shut.

That was my cue. I tiptoed to the front door, grabbing my jacket and purse.

I rushed out of the house, running out of the gate like a maniac without looking back. I wanted to see Clint and know how he was holding up. As I ran down the street, I felt a drop of water hit my cheek, and before I could react, rain began to pour down heavily.

“Shit,” I cursed and hailed a taxi.

A taxi stopped, and I hopped in immediately. “MarygrooveStreet, hurry up.”

The driver nodded and began driving down the road. I felt anxiety buildup in my chest. I was eager to see Clint, but this fear also came with it. After seeing the news, I did not have enough time to talk to Clint, seeing that he left the house shocked.

How would he react now that the reality had slowly sunk in?

I swallowed a lump and exhaled to calm myself. Everything was going to be okay.

The driver turned into Clint’s street, and his house appeared. The taxi stopped in front of the gate, and I got out of the car and paid him immediately.

I ran to the gate; the feeling of the rain hitting my skin was insignificant to me.

“Clint! It is Keira! Open up!” I yelled into the intercom.

My voice was swallowed up by the sound of the rain, so I decided to try again. “Clint! It is me! Open the gates!”

After a few seconds, the gates slid open, and I let out a sigh of relief. I rushed into his house, all the way to the front door. I hit my knuckles on the door’s surface and waited impatiently for Clint to open up.

As I paced around the door, I heard it click open, and I snapped my head toward it, smiling.

“Thank goodness, Clint, I was getting wo-“

My words fell short, and my smile faded when I saw the look on Clint’s face. His eyes looked dead as he looked at me.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice cold.

His body language showed that I was not welcome there. My heart dropped at his words.

“What do you mean by that? I am here to see you. To know how you are faring.” I said, my voice faltering.

Clint ran a hand through his hair that hung loose and released an exasperated sigh.

“Go home. You should not be here,” he said and moved away from the door.

I was dumbstruck, my mouth agape. I clenched my fists and followed. My clothes dropped all over the wet floors, but I could not care less.

“Why are you like this? I was worried about you!” I yelled.

Clint ignored me and went towards the wine bar instead. I noticed a bottle and a glass filled with wine were out.

He had been drinking.

I walked up to him and cupped his face in my hands. “I know things are hard right now, but we will overcome it eventually.”

Clint looked at me, dead in the eyes, and scoffed. He brushed my hands away from his face and picked up his glass of wine, chugging down the entire thing.

“We can’t do this anymore, Keira. Our relationship is illicit, and it should not have been this way. We should have never met. I should not have f****d you, especially after I knew you were a client.”

Clint’s words hit me like a large boulder. It was like a colossal spear piercing my heart, giving me no room to breathe. My eyes were wide, and I was petrified.

“Are you saying you do not want to be with me anymore? Do you regret the time we spent together?” I asked, my voice crackling as tears filled my eyes.

Clint’s eyes left me, and he returned to his bottle.

“Go home, Keira. We should not be together like this. Your father cut ties with me and cut me off from the company. I am sure he would not want us to be together, so leave me be, please,” Clint said softly, his hands covering his eyes.

My whole body trembled as his words sank in. Clint had lost his place in my father’s company, and it was all because of me. Now, he was too hurt to even look at or hold me. Then, a question popped up in my head, and I feared to ask. But I needed to know.

“Do you…still love me, Clint?”

The room fell silent. The only sound that filled the room was the water dripping from my hair and clothes to the marble floor.

Clint’s hands slipped down from his face, and from his hurt expression, I knew the answer. Tears poured out of my eyes, staining my cheeks. My chest felt tight, and the air around me felt like it would suffocate me at any moment. I could not bear to be in this room any longer.

I bolted away from Clint and out the front door. As I ran towards the gate, my tears blurred my vision. I had hoped that Clint would run after me and call me back. I hoped that he would tell me that all the words he said to me were all lies and he wanted me by his side right now.

Because that was where I wanted to be.

The rain poured down heavily as I walked under it. It seemed insignificant compared to the thoughts swarming around in my head. I trudged along the sidewalk, my feet heavy and my heart more serious. The rain was pouring down in sheets, soaking me to the bone. Each droplet felt like a bullet hitting my skin.

Every word that Clint had said to me felt like a lie. It was too painful for me to accept. If Clint did not want me anymore, then what would I do? A part of me felt like I deserved it. It was my fault, after all.

As I continued to walk in the rain, tears mixed with raindrops on my face. I felt so alone, so empty. The world around me seemed to be closing in, suffocating me with its weight. The only thing keeping me moving forward was the hope that I would eventually make it home and curl up in bed.

My life, which was vibrant and full of color, was now stained with black and white.