Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 90

KEIRA’s POV

I inserted the key into the hole, and the door to my apartment clicked open. The door swung open with its characteristics creaking noise. I stepped into the passageway, a bit cautiously, for no reason.

Maybe it was because I had arrived a bit early. It was a little after 5 am, and I did not want to wake Natasha, who treasured her beauty sleep with a passion.

I did not have to leave Clint’s house so early, but after my dad told me he was coming to pick me up early to see the therapist, I knew I had to leave on time, even though it hurt that I would not be spending the morning, tangled up in bed with Clint.

A sigh escaped my nostrils as I trudged down the passageway and into the living room. My eyes wandered to the noticeable piles of books on the table beside the couch.

I walked over to it and I went grim. These were Natasha’s textbooks. She must have been up all night reading. Things with Natasha were not getting better and it was also one of the reasons I spent my time at Clint’s.

Staying under the same roof with her would be awkward and I needed to figure out how to patch things up with her. I placed my bag down on the sofa and walked over to the kitchen.

I reached for the can of coffee beans and threw a few into the coffee machine. The distance that had been created between me and Natasha bothered me greatly. Why did it have to be like this?

As my mind brooded over her, a subtle footstep from the living room caught my attention. I snapped my head back and saw Natasha holding a textbook in her hand.

She looked at me briefly and went back to gathering her books from the table. I bit my inner l*p as I watched her, unable to say a word. Natasha did not as much as spare me a glance and practically acted like I was invisible.

A pang spread through my chest. Is this how things were going to be between us now? No, I could not stand it. Natasha was one friend I did not want to lose.

“Hey,” I spoke up.

There was a brief silence, and Natasha paused. My heart drummed in my chest and I waited desperately for her to respond. That is if she would respond.

Natasha raised her head up slowly and looked at me. My heart skipped a beat. Her face looked void, and not a single ounce of a warm expression. Her eyes were cold, and it hurt that she looked at me that way.

“What do you want?” She said coldly.

“Would you…like a cup of coffee? I am brewing a fresh one right now with your favourite beans,” I managed to say.

Natasha picked up the last book from the table and turned her back to me.

“I am not interested.”

With that, she marched out of the living room, and I heard her baby footsteps as she walked up the stairs. I heard her door slam shut a few seconds later. I exhaled slowly and turned off the coffee machine.

I was expecting her reaction, but some of me hoped she would be nicer to me. What had I done to make her hate me so much?

I poured some coffee into a mug and returned to the living room. As I settled myself down on the sofa, my eyes darted to the steaming liquid in front of me. I had been craving some coffee earlier, but now, my aversion to taking a sip was low.

I put the cup down on the table and slumped back on the chair. What could I do? Do I walk up to her room and ask her to talk? Would she be receptive enough to open the door for me? I shook my head. Seeing how she acted out towards me, it was highly unlikely that she would open her door for me.

Do I call Brendon and ask him for help on how to handle the situation? I went grim as I shook my head. Doing that was not going to help. It meant telling him about the whole situation, and that also meant revealing that Natasha had feelings for him.

It was not in my place to do that. Natasha herself had to do it. As the scent of freshly brewed coffee clouded my nose, my mind sank deep in thought.

My phone began to vibrate against the sofa, and the feeling brought me back to reality. I fished for my phone in my shoulder bag and pulled it out.

“Hello, Papa?” I said the moment I picked up the phone.

“Keira, I am waiting for you outside your apartment. Are you ready?”

I blinked a couple of times. “Outside? Why can’t you come in? You could say hi to Natasha.”

There was a possibility that if my Dad talked to her, she would be willing to give me some face.

“I wish I could, but I have an important meeting in an hour, and I need you to see the therapist first.”

Disappointment coursed through my chest. I let out a sigh. “Alright, I will be out in a minute.”

I was quite sad, but all I needed to do now was replace a way to make up with Natasha as soon as possible.

I grabbed my shoulder bag and breezed out of the house. Just as my dad had said, his car was parked outside. He poked his head out of the window and gave me a shirt wave.

I took brisk steps to the car and slid into it.

“Are you ready to meet your new therapist?” Papa beamed.

I shrugged and gave him a small smile.

“Yes,” I said and turned my eyes to the window.

There was no way I could convince him to turn back now. How was I going to tell Clint that I was going to be meeting a new therapist from now on? A pang pricked my heart, but I did well to conceal my feelings.

The drive was long and filled with silence. My eyes trailed to my dad, and I immediately noticed how different he looked. He had bags under his eyes, his collarbone was more prominent, and he looked like he had lost considerable weight, just like Clint had said.

“Hey, Papa, are you sure everything is all…”

“We are here,” he cut in.

My eyes switched to the window and went as wide as saucers.