All Chapters of Daddy's Little Girl: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

KEIRA’s POVThere was no mistaking it. I was absolutely positive about it. Natasha had feelings for Brandon. And not just feelings of friendship, but something deeper, a romantic feeling for him.I stood, frozen, as I pieced the puzzle in my mind. How had I not noticed it all this while? Natasha had been so good at hiding it. They always argued and hardly got along, except when they insisted I got a therapist for my condition. But it was not hard to miss. That weird look on her face whenever I mentioned Brendon, the wistful look in her eyes at his departure. She was feeling way more sad than I was about this.And the moment that took the cake was when Brendon touched my hair, I could see the way Natasha went grim immediately. I scoffed to myself. How had I been so dense and oblivious to something that was as plain as day?I looked back, my eyes searching for Brendon, only to find he was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief, but my new discovery still lingered in my mind. "Hey! Keira! W

KEIRA’s POVMy heart was thumping loudly in my chest as I kept my eyes on my phone screen. I read the message over and over again. I was in utter disbelief. I read the message again, and this time, out loud for more clarity."Did you miss me, my dear little sister?"Reading it out loud made it seem more real, and it frightened me even more. My eyes trailed to the sender, but it was an unknown number. My arms began to tremble. This was, no doubt, my stepbrother. How did he find me? And if he knew where I was, then this changed a lot of things.My lips quivered as thoughts rushed through my mind. Where was he? How had he found my phone number? And if he had my phone number, then he must have my address too. All the blood on my face drained, and I went pale.This was unlike anything that had ever happened to me. I was lost, unable to come up with a solution for this problem. My eyes trailed to the message again. The more I read it, the more anxiety grew within me, and the more my body tr

KEIRA’s POVMy heavy eyelids slid open, and I blinked to eradicate my blurred up vision. The smell of sweet, ground coffee beans filled my nostrils, arousing my curiosity. I blinked once more, clearing my vision, and a white ceiling was in view.I groaned and shifted, only to realise there was something draped on my body. I looked down to see myself fully clothed, cleaned up and covered up with a nice, warm blanket.What had happened?I began to pick up the bits of pieces in my mind. I immediately recalled how I had begged Clint for sex desperately and how he had fucked me in his office bathroom.My cheeks flared up with a bright red, and I began to regret my decision. How could I say such a thing? Sure, I was not in my right mind, but to beg for sex like that was not in my nature. I sighed and pushed myself into a sitting position on the sofa.The smell of freshly brewed coffee was still prominent in the air, and it gave the whole atmosphere a relaxing feeling. I looked around the of

KEIRA’s POVThe sound of my ringtone resonated through my room, pulling me away from my sweet sleep. I kept my eyes closed and tried to go back to sleep, hoping that the caller would eventually give up. My phone stopped ringing after a while, and I began to drift away. However, my phone came to life once again, and I began to get irritated.It rang for a few more minutes, and I resigned from trying to fall asleep again. I opened up my eyes and reluctantly reached for my phone, which was beside my pillow. I was filled with rage, knowing that someone had awoken me from my beauty sleep.Who could be calling me at six am in the morning?I looked at my phone screen, and my heart dropped. The number on the screen was an unknown number, like the one that had sent me a text yesterday. My hands began to tremble, but I decided to pull myself together.I exhaled and picked up the call, placing the phone on my ear slowly."H-Hello?" I could barely utter."Keira? Hey, good morning."My heart skip

KEIRA’s POV I gazed out of the window of Clint's car, feeling a bit wistful. The car ride was slow, and none of us said a word to each other. The silence that hung above us, however, was not an uncomfortable one. It was quite soothing, and I did not mind that Clint had not said a word to me.The car came to a stop in front of the traffic light, and my eyes drifted away from the windows and towards Clint. To my surprise, his gaze was on me too. He had a hint of mischief in his eyes, and the corner of his lips was curled up into a smirk."So," he spoke up. "I am dropping you off at your father's place?""Well, yes, that is where I am g-""Or," he cut me short and slid his hands over my thighs. "You could come with me to my place," he smiled.A naughty smile played on my lips. Clint's hand hovered up and down my thighs, enticing me and stirring me up."So? What do you say?" He asked while holding my gaze.I leaned into his and brushed my lips against his ear as I whispered to him. "Well