Chained Lovers

Chapter 12: The Green Eyed Monster

K I A R A ' S P.O.V

I decided to leave them alone. It was none of my business at the end of the day and if he was happy...then I should be too. I could finally move on, the problem was though...that I didn't want to.

I didn't want to think about him kissing some other girl, holding her close to him, whispering I love you into her ear. I didn't want to think about being replaced with someone and no matter how much I tried not to, all I could picture was him and her.

Whoever 'she' was.

Stuffing Cara into one of my old onesies that my mum gave me last night, I gently placed her back onto my bed and then focused on getting ready. I quickly put on my white button up and then pulled on my tight black pinafore dress, that was strapless and fell mid thigh.

Grabbing a blue jumper, I threw it on overtop and then slipped on some black flats. I decided to ditch tights, since the sun was out and I was in need of a nice tan.

Cara was wearing a pink and white onesie that had the words 'daddy's little girl', scribbled across it.

Yes, there was a s****l innuendo in there somewhere and I was sure that Tristan was find it.

Picking up the carrier in one hand, the baby in another and lifting my school bag onto my shoulder, I slowly made my way downstairs. Noticing me at the top of the stairs, Tristan rushed up and grabbed the carrier and my bag, before escorting me down.

I thanked him with a smile, and passed him Cara who I could tell was due to burst out screaming any minute now. Thankfully, it was daddy's turn to babysit.

"Well, well, well, don't my girls look beautiful today?" I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that graced my lips.

"Don't you look boyish today?" I took in his school boy uniform: the black pants that were way too short, the white shirt that was way too tight and his shoes which made me want to gag.

Of course he still looked effortlessly sexy though, there was no doubt about that.

"Daddy's little girl." He smirked, reading Cara's onesie. "Shouldn't you be wearing this for me instead?"

"Please there's only one man I call daddy and it's in the least s****l context ever. You'll always be asshole to me." Leaning in close, my breath hitched at the back of my throat, as he slowly pushed my hair back.

"You weren't calling me an asshole when I was pounding into your tight, sweet, wet little pussy." I groaned, sensually biting my lip at the memory of him throwing my legs over his shoulder, in order to slip inside me deeper.

"Want to recreate that moment?" Snapping back to reality, I slapped his chest and snatched back Cara.

"No, I don't, and I don't think you should be talking like that in-front of the baby." He simply smirked in response as I walked into the kitchen, with him trailing behind me.

"Aww, don't you three look cute. Like a real family." I gulped nervously, as my dad lifted up his head, at my mother's comment.

I always had this feeling deep inside me that my mother knew about me and Tristan, that she knew I was in love, yet was kind enough to never bring it up.

"No they don't. They look weird." My dad stated gruffly, earning a laugh off my Kai.

Kalen and Kieron must have left early for work, they were the ones who mostly ran the mafia, alongside my dad. Kieron especially, but Kai did near to nothing. He basically just used our family ties to pick up girls, apparently they all loved when the son of a mobster approached them.

"Ryder, don't be rude." My mum chided, slapping his chest.

"What? They're two teenagers, well one teenager and one who's definitely too old to be in high school, pretending that a plastic doll is their child." Wow, when he put it like that, it most definitely sounded weird.

"Ryder, it's a school project and besides, Tristan's not that old. He's only two years older than Kiara, they could even date." I felt Tristan's whole body stiffen behind me, as Kai dropped his fork onto his plate, sending food flying everywhere, whilst my heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest.

A harsh laugh came out of my fathers mouth as his eyes met mine and Tristan's. "Over my dead body."

With that, he stormed out of the room with my mum hot on his trail. I let out a sigh of relief, still slightly confused about what had just occurred.

"Well, well, Tristan, you look to live another day. You should really be more careful though, stop staring at my sister as though you're in love with her. My dad will catch you soon if you continue and no-one, not even my mother will be able to save you on that day." I stood there, mortified at Kai, as he sent me a wink, before striding out the room.

Grabbing Tristan's hand, I pulled him outside and towards the car. He hadn't spoken a word, he simply kept the petrified expression on his face and refused to meet my gaze. After strapping Cara in, he set off.

"Your brother knows?" He muttered, neither angry, nor shocked. I stared at him, mouth agape, for a moment.

"Um yeah, he does. He guessed." Tristan's head quickly shot to mine.

"He guessed?"

"You weren't exactly discreet about sneaking into my room after hours and my brother's a light sleeper so he always used to go downstairs to the kitchen for a midnight snack. He saw you come into my room."

"And he didn't say anything?" He seemed almost as in shock as I was but, Kai loved me. I knew that, and the last thing he wanted was to see me upset.

"No, he didn't. He figured I'd be upset if my father murdered you so he kept his mouth shut."

"And would you?" I turned to meet his indeed gaze.

"Would I what?"

"Be upset?" The words were merely a whisper, and I sunk back into my seat, as I thought of my answer.

"Back then, I would have been devastated. Now...I truly don't know." With a tight nod, Tristan turned his attention back onto the road and we drove to school in silence.

Tristan decided to take care of Cara, since I did last night. I was honestly glad for the break, I practically got no sleep as she kept crying every hour, just like she was programmed to do. I don't know how parents do it. I'm exhausted.

Making my way into math, I spotted Sawyer at the back of the room and slowly made my way over to him. His eyes lingered on my bare legs as I slid into my chair. I smirked, crossing my legs over one another, meaning my skirt rode up higher.

He groaned at the sight, forcing a small laugh to leave my mouth. "Can I see you tonight?" Turning to face him, I placed my hand on his chest and smirked.

"Already missing me?" Grabbing my hand with his own, he reached forward to trail his cold fingers down my cheek.

"Always baby" I bit my lip and smiled.

"Sorry, but no. I have work to do."

"Uhh, you're killing me baby." I chuckled, turning my attention towards the teacher who began to babble on about surds.

An hour into the lesson, I nudged Sawyer with my foot. "Hey, I need to ask you something?"

"Is it about s*x?" I snorted unattractively.

"Is that really all you think about?" Pretending to ponder the thought for a moment, he placed his finger on his chin.

"Yes, I'm a horny teenage boy. Sue me." I burst out laughing, earning a glare off the teacher who pointed to the words silent work, written on the board.

"Well it's not about s*x, it's about something else instead."

"What?" I sighed.

"I need more information on Tristan and that teacher he's fucking."

"Why?" That was good question, and excellent one in fact. One that I wished I had a f*****g answer for.

"Call me curious." Grabbing the edge of my chair, he slid it closer, slowly, so it wouldn't squeak along the floor. Leaning in, he brushed my hair behind my ear and I let out a deep sigh.

"Better." He whispered, causing my whole body to shudder. f**k, I really needed to get laid.

Job one, find out more information on this mystery teacher and job two, get f****d hard.

"Well for one, she works here." My head snapped to his, forgetting we were barely inches apart.

"What really?"

"Yeah, she moved here when our school moved too. She's my English teacher."

"What's her name?"

"Miss Greene." I shook my head, I needed more information.

"Her full name?" Arching his eyebrow, he chuckled quietly.

"Why are you so obsessed?" I couldn't tell Sawyer that me and Tristan went out, not after I lied last time and it was clear that he didn't recognise him as being my bodyguard, so that meant I had to come up with something new.

And fast.

"He's my friend." The small smile that always graced his face dropped. He sighed heavily, and gave me a look of despair and jealously.

"He's just my friend. I'm not f*****g him or anything!" I blurted out a little too loud.

"Shhh, Miss Romano, one more time and you'll be out." I mouthed a quick sorry but ignored his words.

"I swear, we're only friends." I whispered, causing him to smile again. I hoped that it was reassurance enough but one day I would have to tell him the truth, even if it did mean the end of our friendship.

"Good, because I don't like to share." He trailed his hand up my thigh, whilst placing small kisses down my neck. I tipped my head back and moaned quietly as his hand cupped me gently.

"Sawyer, I can't do this now."

"Why not? We're in class, it's exciting." Although the risk of getting caught did cause my p***y to throb, I needed to find out about Miss Greene first.

"No, not yet. Now, her name."

"Elizabeth, Elizabeth Greene." Uh, sounded like someone's grandmother.

The bell sounded and I could hear Sawyer calling my name as I went in the completely opposite direction to my classroom. Knocking on the door of room 4G, I waited until her voice called me in.

Walking in, I took my time to study her. Miss Greene was scrawled on the plaque in her desk and she was standing besides the open cupboard doors, grabbing something off the top shelf.

Sawyer was right, she was beautiful.

Her breast to ass ratio was perfect and she had this symmetrical hourglass figure that just accentuated all her natural curves. Her legs were long and pale, even though she wore flats, and her straight blonde hair fell down, just brushing against the nape of her neck.

"Hello, and who are you?" She said sweetly, as she turned around to see more for the first time.

"I'm Kiara, I was just wondering if I could get some extra help in English and my friend said you were the best teacher to ask." She laughed, flipping her hair over her bare shoulder, as she strolled over to her desk and pulled out a planner.

"I'm not free tomorrow night, but I should be okay for the rest of the week." I dug my nails into my palm, in order to restrain myself.

"Oh that's great, tomorrow should be fine."

"Great, I'll book it in then." Whilst she hunched over to scribble in her planner, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small camouflage microphone, that I stole from my dad.

"Is that all?" I needed a distraction, and I just happened that her bag was right besides my foot.

"Yes, thank you for everything I..." I 'accidentally' kicked her bag onto the floor, causing the contents to spill out.

"Oh I'm so sorry,"

"It's fine." She dismissed hastily, bending down to pick it all up. I quickly stuck the microphone under her desk, and then reached down to pick up the....large cherry flavoured condoms that had fallen out her bag.

Tristan's favourite.

"Um here..you must have dropped these." I watched as she turned beet red and snatched them from me, stuffing them in her purse. Looking up at me, she froze like a deer stuck in headlights.

"It's okay, us women need to be prepared. It's not like we can rely on the guy, right?" Laughing awkwardly, she nodded in agreement.

I was in her position once, Tristan never had condoms on him, so I had to sneak away during my lunch break to steal some so I didn't get caught by my dad. I can't lie and say I didn't love the thrill it gave me.

"Well, thank you anyways, and have fun with that." I shot her a wink, as I began to saunter out the classroom.

"Have a good day." Oh, I would.

***

I pushed in the earphone that had stupidly dropped out. For three hours, I had been listening meticulously to Elizabeth drone on and on about Romeo and Juliet. Nothing concerning Tristan had even come up.

No secret phone calls, or quick visits. Maybe Sawyer was wrong?

Just as I was about to put a stop this deranged obsession, the sound of the door clicking open, and heavy footsteps approaching, caused me to freeze.

"Mhh," I heard a soft moan from Elizabeth, as if her mouth was being invaded by someone's tongue. There a silence for a minute and then the sound of lips smacking.

"Tristan, we can't do this now?" Every hair on my body stood up, as I inched forward in my seat, as if trying to get a better listen.

"Too bad, I need you. You said we could f**k whenever we wanted?" He sounded desperate and horny, just like me.

"Yes, but not in school. It's too risky." It was definitely too risky. Some girl could have bugged her classroom and be listening in on everything with the sole intent of exposing them.

But, like he would actually guess that?

"So, that just makes it more fun?" I frowned as I listened to him lean in to steal another kiss. That was always what he said to me. We thrived off the thrill of getting caught and that just made the s*x so much better.

"Mhh Tristan okay, but quickly lock the door." Hurried footsteps echoed in the background, and then I heard a loud bang, causing my eardrums to almost burst.

Quickly recovering, I look down and pretended to be focused on my work, when my teacher gave me an odd stare. The noises got louder as their kiss deepened and there was a loud rip sound in the background, as if she'd torn apart his shirt.

Then, he put it in.

A loud scream left her mouth that was uncanny to the sound of a cat dying. She screeched as her began for ruthlessly pound her like there was no tomorrow, and I couldn't help wishing that was me.

The bug I planted started to release static as the bang got louder and louder and louder, meaning Tristan was f*****g her harder than before.

Just as I yanked one out in anger, since my heart could no longer handle listening anymore, a name spilled of his mouth in the heat of the moment.

"Kiara," I died right there and then.

I didn't know whether he said it because I had been discovered or because he was thinking about me, I prayed for the latter.

Quickly snatching them both out, I disconnected then from the bug and stuffed them in my bag. I was still reeling from what had just happened.

Tristan f****d his teacher, I listened to him f*****g his teacher, he said my name whilst he was f*****g his teacher.

That had to mean something right?

Uhh my head was a mess yet, one thing was clear. I needed to get rid of her, no matter the consequences. I just needed her gone. And I knew exactly who to call.

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A/N: Who do you think is going to help Kiara?

Thoughts on Elizabeth?