Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 68

CLINT’s POV

I struggled to digest the words Keira had spilled to my face. I gazed at her for seconds and minutes as I desperately tried to grasp this new information that had been poured out to me. It felt like I had been slapped right in the face, and there was no way for me to recover.

CLINT’s POV

I struggled to digest the words Keira had spilled to my face. I gazed at her for seconds and minutes as I desperately tried to grasp this new information that had been poured out to me. It felt like I had been slapped right in the face, and there was no way for me to recover.

“What the hell did you just say? You want to get a private investigator?”

Keira picked up her glass filled with wine and took a sip out of it while maintaining fierce eye contact with me.

“It is just as I said. Why are you getting so worked up about it?” She asked in a very nonchalant manner.

I gazed at her in disbelief. How could she say it with so much apathy? Did she understand what it meant to get a private investigator? It meant that whatever it was, it was definitely serious.

I circled my fingers at the top of the wine glass and let out a sigh through my nostrils. A lot of things were not adding up. It felt like I was left in the dark, unable to understand or know what was going on in her life.

That thought crushed me. How was that even possible? I was her therapist. I was supposed to know everything about her.

“And why the hell would you need a private investigator? It has to be something serious. Is there a problem?”

I watched as her furrowed eyebrows relaxed, and her face went grim. She turned her eyes away from me and gazed at the wine in front of her.

“Clint, this is not something I want you worrying about,” she said softly as her lashes fluttered.

“What do you mean by that? How can I not worry about this? If you did not want me worrying, then you should have kept this information to yourself,” I bellowed.

I realised I was being a bit harsh, but I could not help the way I was feeling. My heart was clouded with a mixture of worry and mostly hurt, hurt because Keira was obviously hiding something from me.

I kept gazing at her fiercely until she looked up at me. Looking at her now, I realised that there was so much I did not know about Keira. I immediately recalled how her father sounded on the phone.

He did not sound good at all, and it made me worried and extremely curious. The call also seemed to affect Keira’s mood. But why was she hell-bent on keeping this from me? Were we not close enough to tell each other everything? Or was I only a therapist to her now?

I bit my lips as I tried to control the surge of emotions running through me.

Keira sighed and chugged down the rest of the wine. She got out of the chair and walked over to my king-sized bed, plopping down on it immediately.

“I only divulged this information to you, just for courtesy’s sake. I do not want to hide anything from you since you are my therapist and all,” she said and hugged the body-sized pillow.

I rose up from my chair and marched up to her.

“So, you think of me as only your therapist?” I asked in a low tone.

Keira snapped her eyes towards me and bit her lips.

“You know I do not mean it that way,” she muttered.

I pushed the body pillow away from her arms and pulled her into mine. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her closer to my body.

“If you do not want to keep things from me, then tell me everything. I worry about you, Keira, and hearing you need a private investigator is making me worry even more,” I whispered into her ear.

Keira buried her face into my chest, and I heard her let out a sigh.

“Well, the whole reason I need a private investigator is because of my stepbrother.”

I blinked in surprise. Oh, her notorious stepbrother.

“The stepbrother?”

“Yes,” she replied almost too quietly.

“But why would you need a private investigator for your stepbrother? Has he contacted you recently? Is that bastard stalking you?”

Keira raised her head and gazed at me. There was this firmness in her eyes that made me realise that this situation could be far more serious than I expected.

“No, I have not heard from him personally. He has contacted my father. But as far as I know, danger to my father means danger to me.”

“Dangerous? How so?” I inquired as my curiosity grew.

The word dangerous placed a lot of thoughts in my mind. From what she told me, the dude was a psychopath. But how dangerous could her stepbrother really be?

“All I can say is he is not someone to be messed with. He can do unspeakable things to you. He could even kill you if he pleased. That is just how dangerous he is, and I fear he may hurt my father and me.”

I finally began to understand the intensity of the situation. I began to feel bad for getting mad at her because she refused to open up to me. I hugged her tighter and began to stroke her hair.

“I had no idea your stepbrother was this dangerous. Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked with so much concern in my voice.

Keira chuckled and placed a hand on my cheek, stroking it gently.

“I love this part of you, but I do not want you to get involved in this. Getting a private investigator should be enough for now. I need to track his movements and get some information on him without him knowing.”

Keira’s words ran through my head, especially when she talked about murder. If her stepbrother was that dangerous, then it worried me greatly. Just what on earth would make him target Keira and her father?

I stroked her hair some more and planted a soft k**s on her forehead.

“No matter what happens, I will not let him lay a hand on you,” I whispered.

We stayed in each other’s arms, forgetting the opened bottle of wine and our glass cups on the table.