Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 64

CLINT’S POV

IT was extremely hot that late afternoon as the city bustled with traffic and inaudible chatter outside the cafeteria. I could tell most people were already rounding off their day and prepping to enjoy the cosiness of their various homes as the weekend set in.

And this particular cafeteria teemed with hungry souls who could not get over the exquisite meals and great customer service they provided, except me.

I sat in a corner, my nerve on edge as I drew uneasy patterns on the manila envelope resting on the table. I perked up every time the door slid open, checking the customers to see if any one of them was the woman who pestered my life, only to slump back in my chair when it was not her.

I sipped on my water and looked out the window, my mind wandering to how I had gotten here. Marie had called this afternoon to meet up again urgently, and I knew it was definitely to blackmail me again. Reason she chose a teeming restaurant in the heart of the city, to get people to talk, to make me anxious, to mess with my mind.

Unfortunately for her, this would be the last time she would prey on me. I could not wait to get this over with so we could all part our separate ways and my life would return back to normal.

Just when I was about to sigh in exasperation, the doors slid open again and my witch of an ex wife sauntered in. Her sparkly red gown garnered attention when she stopped at the door to scan for me.

Marie’s face lit up when she found me in a corner and her stiletto heels made clicking sounds on the marble floors as she made her way to me.

“Hey husband,” she said, just loud enough for the customers around to hear. “Are you not happy to see me?” She took a seat.

After dropping her bag on the table and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she rested her elbow on the table and her chin in her palms.

It was then I noticed it. Her wedding band. It glistened in the lights that reflected from the chandeliers that decorated the ceilings. It took me back to the old days when we had been in love.

What was she playing at? Why had she come here wearing that?

“You are late.” I bit out, frowning at her.

“And you look extremely good, I would want to have you for lunch.” She responded, passing me a wink.

I rolled my eyes at her and sipped from my cup. Marie signalled for a waiter who appeared at the table in a jiffy.

“Welcome to The Cook. I am Gabby and I will be your waitress for the day. What would you like to order?” A young ebony skinned woman, who donned the gold and black uniform on flat shoes, reeled off the usual introduction with a charming smile.

Marie took her time to read through the menu the waitress had placed before them and made her order. After jotting it down in the pad which she held, the waitress served us wine to start our lunch while she went back to get Marie’s order.

“Honey, why did you not order anything? Do you wish to have me for lunch instead?” She winked at me and I almost gagged.

It had not been up to five minutes since her arrival and she was already getting on my nerves. It was time to finally end this.

“So how have you been? Found another youngster to f**k?” She beamed, staring straight at me. “To say I am disappointed with you is an understatement, Clint. You could not replace anyone my age, my class, even superior. You had to go for a low life teenager.”

“I swear if you do not shut the f**k up right this instant, I will spread this all over the internet.” I growled, lifting the envelope, my deadliest weapon.

I saw the uncertainty she tried to hide behind mocking eyes. “And what could that be? My nudes?” She taunted.

I chuckled sardonically. “Oh even better, trust me when I say that.” And after a pause, I continued. “How could you do that, Marie? How could you be this callous? Are you really the devil herself?”

“Oh get on with this nonsense, Clint. You are wasting my time. My meal will soon be here, I have money to ask of you, and I am sure you have important things to do.” She rambled.

The anger I felt right now was consuming me, not just because of what she had said about Keira, or the fact that she was an insufferable bitch; but because of what she had done to me, to us during the course of our marriage.

I emptied the contents of the envelope on the table, my eyes trained on her as she picked a photograph and looked at it. Her palm flew to her mouth as she gasped in shock.

“Wh…where did you get this?” Her voice broke as tears rimmed her eyes.

“Four years…” my palm was a fist. “Four years, Marie and you kept killing them. You watched me suffer, watched me run around to get help for you, for us.” A pause. “And yet, you killed them all. All three of them.”

She looked up at me, still in disbelief. “I…This is not what it looks like.”

I laughed darkly. “Oh is it? You f*****g aborted my kids and it is not what it looks like? You murderer.” I tried to keep my voice down. “Or is it the fact that you not only cheated on me with the marriage counsellor?”

“Cl-“

I picked out another photograph and handed it to her. “Dennis Marshall, the famous superstar. Caught in bed with you, live on camera. And it is not what it looks like?”

“I am sorry, Clint. I…” she could not look at me.

“Save it. I do not wish to hear it.” I took a deep breath. “This is my proposal. You will stay away from all that concerns me. And that includes Keira. You would not show up at my house, you would let this divorce go smoothly and you would disappear from my life, quietly.”

When she did not reply, I asked sternly. “Do you understand me, Marie?”

She jumped and nodded fervently.

“Good.” I straightened my shirt and stood to leave.

“You a*****e.” Marie yelled, surprising me but I did not stop until I left the cafeteria.

That woman was psycho, and I wondered how I had not seen that until now.