All Chapters of Daddy's Little Girl: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KEIRA’s POVGoing back to school after missing so many days meant a whole load of work waiting for me. I was not mentally prepared for it, yet I got ready that morning to leave for class. I wrapped up my hair in a bun as I stood in front of my mirror, giving my outfit a once over. It was modest and casual and I was satisfied with it. Even if I was not, I was late for school and could not afford to begin rummaging through my closet for another outfit. So I grabbed my car keys and walked out of the house. Papa's car was not in the driveway when I headed out. Where did he go that early? He was supposed to reduce work because of his health as per the doctor's advice. The man never listened. The journey from Papa's house to school was a bit longer in distance but I got there on time. I tried to get some schoolwork done to catch up with my schedule. It had been a week since I had missed school and I was behind on a lot of stuff. Assignments and projects were piled up waiting for me. I h

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

Keira’s POVThe drive back home was serene. The silence that blanketed the car was a comfortable one, and I was not shy to bask in the wonderful feeling. The events of that evening came rushing back, filling me with warmth. I glanced at Clint's palm on my lap and then rested my eyes on his face. He seemed so at peace, strumming his fingers lightly on the steering wheel as he bobbed his head to the soft pop streaming through the speakers. I had never been happier. Clint turned away from the road to smile at me. I beamed back, grinning all the more when a naughty thought fleeted across my mind. I smirked at Clint who was switching his attention from me to the road and back to me. He gave me a questioning stare. "Are you good, Keira?" This was not safe, what I was about to do. But the thought of trying something that dangerously thrilled me. It caused my blood to sing. I slid the passenger seat back as far as it went and then reclined the seat as low as possible. Then I spread my le

CLINT’s POVI struggled to digest the words Keira had spilt 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.Th

KEIRA’s POVI stared at my digital clock, which was propped on my bedside table, with a cup of hot, steaming coffee in my hands. I took a sip from the cup, feeling the bitter yet sweet taste of the coffee lingering on my tongue.The time on the clock read 6:12 am. I was never up this early, considering that Clint had dropped me back so late. I did not want Papa to know about us just yet, so I asked that he drop me off at the apartment I shared with Natasha instead. Normally, it would have been impossible for me to be up so early in the morning, but today was important. Brendon was leaving the town today for his exchange program. When I heard the news, I was greatly disheartened. Brandon was one of my best friends, my lover one time, and we hung out every time we could.The fact that I would not be able to see him for a while was heartbreaking. Seeing as this would be the last time I would see him in a long while, I offered to drive him to the airport. Natasha had agreed to come with