Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 74

KEIRA’s POV

I rose up from the floor and bolted back into my car. I fumbled around for my phone and quickly grabbed it. With shaky fingers, I dialed Clint’s phone number and impatiently waited for it to ring as I placed it on my ear.

“Pick up, please,” I muttered as I bit into my fingernails.

I heard a click, and my heart skipped a bit.

“Keira? It is rare for you to call me by this time. What’s up? Is everything o-“

“Clint!” I yelled without giving him space to talk. “I-I do not know what to do. I need help. He knows where I am,” I blurted out in a frantic state.

I gripped my head as my breathing grew heavier.

“Keira? Is everything okay? Can you calm down and tell me what happened?” Clint sounded very worried, but my mind was a whirlpool of anxiety and fear.

“I…” I trailed off.

“Keira? Do you want me to come over and-“

“Can I come see you right now?” I cut in.

The phone went quiet for a few seconds before Clint finally spoke up.

“You want to see me right now? I am not home at the moment. I am at the law office, and I have no idea when I will be finishing up with work, so why don’t we meet up tomorrow?”

“No! Please, I can’t…” My throat became choked up with tears. “I can’t. I…I do not want to be alone right now, please,” I begged.

I heard Clint let out a long, heavy sigh.

“Alright, you can come over now.”

My eyes went wide, and I slid the phone out of my ear immediately. I hopped out of my car and stopped a taxi immediately.

“Franz investment firm, please,” I tell the taxi driver the moment I slide into the car.

The driver nodded, and we were paving down the road. As he drove down the road, I desperately wished that the car would go faster. I needed to be with Clint as soon as possible.

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“Here,” I said and handed the driver a dollar bill.

I jumped out of the car almost immediately and began to take long strides towards the large investment building that stood before me.

“Ma’am! Your change!” The driver yelled after me.

I ignored him. He could keep the change. All I needed right now was to see Clint. I slid into the building, my bare feet kissing the cold marble floor. I was not sure at what point I had lost my shoes. I began to walk frantically towards the stairs. Walking down the stairs, in my direction, was a woman with short and curly red hair.

She had freckles on her cheeks, and her eyes seemed to twinkle when she saw me.

“Oh! Miss Temple! What a pleasant surprise to see you here! How are y-“

I bumped shoulders with the woman as I brushed past her in a hurry. My mind was filled with turmoil, and I wanted to see Clint as soon as possible. I practically ran up the stairs and came to a halt in the hallway. My eyes trailed to the elevator, and I quickly approached it.

I clicked on the button, and the elevator doors slid open immediately. I hopped on and pressed the button that had T3 on it. The doors of the elevator slid shut, and calm classical music began to play in the background.

No matter how calm the music was, it was not enough to calm my stirred-up heart. I constantly bit into my nails and religiously watched the numbers at the top of the elevator door as it passed each floor.

The moment the elevator doors slid open, I burst out and began to dash towards Clint’s office while panting heavily. I reached a large double door that had his name boldly written on a silver plate and hit my knuckles on the surface.

“Clint!” I yelled, my voice echoing through the empty hallway.

The door swung open, and I was face to face with Clint.

“Keira, you got here real fast,” he said and stroked my chin. “You look drained and pale. Tell me what happened?”

Uncontrollable tears began to pour out of my eyes. I flung myself into Clint’s arms and clutched his shirt desperately like he was my last lifeline.

Clint slid his arms around my waist and pulled me into his office, shutting the door behind him firmly. He guided me to the large sofa at the centre of the office, and we both settled down on it.

I stayed, clung to Clint, my face buried in his chest as I sobbed. I felt his hand crawl up and down my back, a way to calm me down.

“Can you tell me what happened?” He said softly.

I pulled myself away from him slowly and nodded. I pulled out my phone and handed it to Clint. He read the message on the screen, and his expression darkened.

“I am guessing this text is from your stepbrother?”

I nodded, and my whole body quacked. I clutched Clint’s shirt, and tears poured down my cheeks again.

“I…do not know what to do, Clint. What am I supposed to do?” I asked in between sobs.

Clint pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me. He began to stroke my hair, and there was this sense of relaxation washing over me. My stormy heart and clouded mind became still.

My agitated mind was finally at peace. I was with Clint, and that meant that everything would be fine. I snuggled up to him and listened as he whispered words of comfort to me while he held me in his arms.

“You have nothing to worry about. I am here,” he said as we pulled away from each other. “I will not let your stepbrother cause you or your father harm.”

I wiped my tear-stained cheeks and nodded at him. Although I was feeling a bit better, my stepbrother was a hard subject to get out of my mind. I did not want to think about him, and I needed to take my mind off him.

My eyes slowly trailed down to Clint’s crotch, and I swallowed. I moved closer to him, a pleading look on my face. I knew exactly what I needed to get my mind off him.

“Clint? Let us have s*x.”

Clint’s eyes widened a bit, and he frowned at me.

“What?”

“Please,” I ran my hands along his chest. “I need something to help me forget.”