Daddy's Little Girl

Keira’s POV

I had so many plans for my Saturday afternoon, and none of them included being stuck in this hall full of men in their forties and fifties who felt that playing golf was some fun activity. For a Saturday!

But after everything that had happened in the past few years, the most I could do was let Dad know that I was there for him, also.

I felt someone watching me, and I searched through the crowd discreetly to see who it was. My eyes fell upon an unfamiliar face. His tall and athletic build towered over everyone in the room. His electric blue eyes on me made me suddenly feel hot in my light clothes despite the air conditioning that had been installed in the small meeting room.

Something in me liquefied at his stare, and I held tightly onto my wine glass, pressing my thighs together.

He donned a pastel blue hoodie over white shorts, coupled with a pair of white sneakers. The beautiful man stood across from me in the lobby, facing the green pitch, sipping from a wine flute.

His medium-length hair, a curly brown mop, fell casually over his forehead and his long deft fingers constantly raked them backwards. The stubborn strands, however, only returned to his forehead, like that was where they were meant to be.

Strangely, I found myself agreeing with them. I should be the one who put them in their place, testing their texture and holding onto them for my dear life while he plunged those fingers into me.

I watched his handsome face break into a pleasant smile as he interacted with the other club members, even though he moved around the room, his every move oozing of strength and control, he would occasionally look over to where I was.

Almost as if he knew I was watching him also.

I felt bound to the floor as soon as this hot stranger moved from where I had seen him last to where I was now. I let out a soft sigh in relief as I realised he wasn’t coming here for me. He moved towards a woman somewhere close to us and the moment he spoke, more heat pooled in my thighs soaking my panties. His voice was a low baritone rumble that reverberated through me, not minding the distance.

As I imagined him talking dirty and whispering sweet nothings into my ear with that hypnotic voice of his, I felt myself losing control quite quickly.

His honey skin glistened under the light, tempting me to get some of that ‘honey’ on my tongue. And my pussy clenched some more at the thought.

“Is he a new member?” I whispered in Papa’s ear, nodding at the man.

“Nope,” came his curt reply and I wondered why it seemed like papa didn’t want to say much about him.

This man was beyond yummy. Only problem was he seemed to be older than me with a decade or two. I had never had anything to do with someone that older. And yet, it did not stop me from wanting him.

His gaze on me had not dropped when he began walking in my direction. Every step he took seemed to make me lose some part of my sanity. Did he know what he was doing to me?

“Good evening, Kane.” He had stopped before my dad and stretched a hand to Papa who gladly took it.

“Hello. How are you enjoying the evening?” I knew Papa smiled at him.

“As always.” He smiled back at Papa, then returned his attention to me, where it belonged, where I wanted it to always be. Only on me.

I chugged down my drink next, an attempt to compose myself, but the alcohol only seemed to heighten whatever it was I felt at the moment. I picked another glass from a server walking by and sipped on that one.

“Won’t you introduce me to the pretty lady, Kane?” The man had asked.

My heartbeat intensified. I was over the moon. He fucking thought me to be pretty.

Papa chuckled and circled his arm around my shoulder. “This is my daughter, Kiera. She is in college. Kiera, this is Clint Homer. A club member and now an investor in my company.”

They cheered for that, clinking their glasses.

“Clint Homer,” I murmured. Testing the name on my tongue.

“Well, it is nice to meet you, Kiera.” He put out his hand for a handshake, and I took it. “You have such a beautiful name.”

His voice had dropped an octave, a tone I found very sexy, as he held my stare. His thumb caressed my palm slowly, every stroke sending my nerve cells into overdrive. I might as well climax from just his touch. My body protested when he released my hand.

He looked at my father this time and said, “I will see you around.” With that, he had disappeared into the crowd.

Those words, however, felt like they held a promise for me. An unspoken promise I was more than willing to bank on.

“Okay, guys.” Papa clapped his hands to quiet down the noise and gain everyone’s attention. “It is time for the games to start,” Papa announced, and the members cheered.

I did not feel his gaze on me anymore, so I peered stealthily at him through my lashes. He was conversing with a woman seated beside me, and I felt something prickle my chest area. That could not be jealousy, could it? I hardly knew this man.

“The rules for the tournament are…” Papa read them out from a sheet of paper in his hand.

I drowned him out, my mind racing with naughty thoughts of Clint Homer. My nipples had pebbled and I sneakily brushed across them through my chiffon top in an attempt to hide them, but they only tightened the more, arousing me.

I was so turned on that I needed an immediate release. The temptation to leave here and get myself the relief I was aching for was so great at the moment.

But something about watching the man in my line of sight kept me glued to my seat.