♥Never Stopped Loving You♥ ✔

♥Chapter 11: Overprotective Officer Clarke♥

Henry Clark. . .

Many adjectives described this one man.

He was called many great things such as a great:

- Homicide detective 

- Colleague

- Friend

- Brother

- Son

- Nephew

- Husband

Finally a great father who was extremely over protective of his only child who was a girl.

The look on his face was stern and firm, recognisable and I knew that he was going to play the good-cop/bad-cop on me, interrogating me with questions about Jack.

I put on a babyish tone of voice, greeting him with a "hi Daddy," and a big, fat, fake grin which was probably showing how nervous, intimidated and terrified I was; which was a good thing for him; a bad thing for me as 'homicide detective Clarke' could smell fear a few 100 miles away!

He looked at me, staring at all my tiny little actions, the twitching of my eye and brows, the nervousness splashed over my face; I was done for.

"Who was that boy outside," Dad exclaimed in a  surprisingly steady tone.

Dad was very cautious when it came to trusting people and he had a thing for knowing when someone was lying through their teeth, hence why I didn't get away with a lot of childish crimes when I was a little kid.

As I was his:

- Little girl

- Princess

- Sweetheart

- Baby girl

- Pumpkin

- Darling

- Daughter;

He was very over protective when it came to me and boys. This was one of the reasons why I could never get a boyfriend; also I was too in love with Damon to actually chase another! Damon was the only guy who was allowed next to me as Dad saw him as his own son. Also Stan and our dad’s were colleagues.

"Jack," I simply stated.

"Full name?"

"Jack Schoenfield."

"What subjects does he study?"

"History, Maths, Biology and Physics."

Before Dad could ask another question I stopped him with my hand. "Dad, I don't need . . . me-I . . ."

Dad looked at me, his arms crossed around his chest, his eyebrows raised.

I had to stand up to Dad, tell him he couldn't always do this. He was very over protective because of his job; just in case any harm came to me from the people he had captured and thrown behind bars. "I-"

Dad's phone started ringing. I sighed, knowing who it was already. "Officer Clarke speaking," he answered firmly, his eyes never leaving me.

I knew from that point my opportunity had went but at least Dad would lay off my back about Jack, for a while I hoped.

Dad hummed a few times, nodding in agreement to something said on the other end.

"Okay, I'll see you there," Dad replied, his phone sandwiched between his shoulder and his right cheek as he grabbed his coat from the rack.

He ended the call and looked at me. "Don't change yourself for any boy because a real man will love you for who you are Princess." Cupping my cheeks with his large, rough, warm hands, he kissed me on the forehead.