Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 33

CLINT’s POV

I took an early flight back into town Saturday morning. Today marked exactly two weeks since I had been away, and Keira knew it too because I got a text from her saying we should meet up.

I could not even begin to imagine how s*x starved she was. Two weeks without s*x was a long time, even for me.

It was almost four in the evening when I got ready to leave for the golf course club. Golf was all I had known and nothing could stop me from doing it, not even if it meant seeing Kane every weekend. The man had no idea yet how acquainted I was with his daughter.

There were a lot of glaring reasons why I should not keep f*****g the girl, but there were also a lot of reasons why I should. Keira was the most assertive woman I had ever met and it was attractive as hell.

I did not know how much longer I could keep my professional life away from my s*x life, but the line between those two aspects were getting really thinner with each passing day.

It was early in the evening, so the air was dry and fresh when I merged into the highway. I arrived at our spot after a few turns and pulled up behind Kane’s Chevrolet. I saw that he had gotten his plate number customized in his name like he said he would. ‘Papa Temple’ was carved out on it in black as I smiled. I liked his style.

I watched as more cars pulled in, sending dust rising in the air as their tires dug into the dirt path leading to the pitch. There was a good thirty minutes left until the game, and there would be a good show of people today.

“It is good to see you again, Clint.” Kane strolled up to me in the lobby and outstretched his hands for a handshake. I immediately took his hands in mine. “You rarely attend the company’s meetings. I expected you would be there last Monday.”

“I was out of town. Besides, Mondays are my busy days, but I will try to make it to the next one.”

He popped open the champagne in his hands with ease and poured it in a glass, handing it over to me. “How is the process going?”

I knew what he meant by that without much elaboration as I had been getting that question not only from him, but my family as well. I took a long sip from the champagne, enjoying the taste of it on my tongue.

“It is at the final stage,” I replied. “The drama is almost over.”

I had come a long way from a year ago. It felt surreal that it was finally coming to an end in a matter of weeks.

“Cheers to that,” Kane clicked the champagne bottle to my glass. “You are handling divorce way better than I did back in my days. I was a mess. I am proud of you.”

Keira’s parents were divorced? That contrasted a lot from what I gathered during from my sessions with Keira. Was I mistaken? Maybe. Ninety percent of our sessions were not exactly spoken with words. More like groanings and pantings. Hair pulling, tongue biting, a*s spanking, and a variety of other nefarious things.

There was a harsh revving as an impossibly shiny silver Mercedes pulled in, bringing a slew of other cars tailing behind it.

“New members?” I asked Kane to which he nodded.

“I had a few slots open. The more the merrier, am I right?” He said with a chuckle and gave me a pat on the back, walking over to welcome the new members.

As they stepped out of their cars, I recognized a few of them as investors in Kane’s company.

One of them caught my attention. Dark haired, average height and wearing a white shirt. He stepped out of his car immediately and slid next to a brunette I guessed was his daughter because of their obvious age difference, until he grabbed a handful of her a*s. Together, they made a big show of mauling each other in front of the crowd.

That man had to be at least twenty five years older than her.

Like I was one to talk. The woman I was f*****g was a college student.

I picked out golf clubs from a bag and sauntered into the pitch, passing by a bunch of middle aged men who did their warm ups. I was more on the advantageous side since I was the youngest of them with more agility.

I handed out the golf clubs to every member until I was left with my favorite.

Kane read out the rules to the new members as usual, then the games began immediately after the formalities.

I stood by the sidelines, watching them go for the first round. The new members were good. But not better than I was. No one had ever topped my score.

Kane waved at a person in the lobby with a bright smile on his face as I followed his gaze. Keira sat in the audience, wearing a mini dress and a cap. My eyes involuntarily dropped to her exposed thigh and I suddenly felt hot inside.

Christ. All that pent up energy I have held back for two long weeks threatened to burst out at the mere sight of her.

“I will be right back, everyone,” Kane announced, dropping off his golf club with me. “I am going to go say hi to my daughter.”

Then he stalked off. Everyone’s focus went back to the game but mine were on them, watching Keira’s dress glide all the way up when she raised her arms around Kane’s neck.

What I could not however fathom, was why Keira was taking a sudden interest in golf. Was she eager to see me and know I would be here?

She looked even more attractive than the last time I saw her.

I had never seen her during the past months I joined this club. And as she locked gazes with me in the audience, I realized the answer to my question. She was not interested in golf. She was interested in me playing golf.

That alone heightened my ego and confidence. I was going to give her a show.

I signaled to Kane I was ready to be in the next round.

Taking a deep breath to clear my mind, I glanced around the area, ambient sounds echoing around the once empty grounds. Dusk set in, and the track lit up.

It was show time.