Chained Lovers

Chapter 7: Ghost

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

As soon as Tristan pulled away, the enormity of what just happened hit me like a truck. I let him go down on me. I let him...touch me, in ways that made me vulnerable.

I shouldn't have, yet I did. And I begged! I actually f*****g begged!

Kiara Romano doesn't beg to nobody, especially not the man who broke her heart.

He acted strangely on the way home. I suppose that was my fault for dodging his kiss, but it seemed like something else was going on. Of course when I pressed him about it, he simply denied it all and told me he was fine, with a half-hearted smile plastered on his face.

I knew better, of course.

The journey back was somewhat, comforting. I no longer felt awkward since he knew I was commando, I was no longer horny and unsatisfied and I no longer felt this burning desire to jump his bones. Actually the traitor part of me still wanted to.

He parked outside my house and watched as I slipped out of the car. "I've got some errands to run, so if you wanna go out, call Daniel instead."

I was about to speak, when he yanked my door shut and sped off. Rude.

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Tristan didn't come back last night, causing my mind to race with every possible scenario. He could have slept with someone else, be lying drunk in a ditch somewhere, staying at a friend's house, or he could just be avoiding me.

Either way, he didn't respond to any of my fifteen messages.

I know, fifteen, but I'm worried. He went down on me in the car, and then just left. I think I had a right to be paranoid.

I pulled on my over-sized playboy jumper and slipped on some sliders. Rushing down the stairs, my eyes were glued to the phone, meaning I didn't notice the shiny bottom step that looked as though it had just been mopped.

My foot slid across the slippery surface, causing me to lurch forward. One minute my face was about to smash into the hard ground and the next, I was being swooped up into a pair of strong arms.

Glancing up, I felt my mouth do dry as I stared at the beautiful God looming over. The chandelier was glistening brightly, emitting a sharp light around the room, and hitting Tristan at the perfect angle, who had a small smirk playing on his lips.

Fuck, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

"Falling for me already, I see?" I scowled, and moved to get up, when his arms tightened their hold on me. I watched as his gaze drifted down, narrowing on my lips, as he wet his own.

Our heads slowly began to inch closer, when I realised what was about to happen and where we were. I pulled away and he sighed, as he helped me get back up to my feet.

"Thanks," I mumbled, staring down at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"No problem." And....the awkwardness began.

I felt weird just standing staring into plain air, as my ex who ate me out yesterday, stood beside me. We must have been silent for a solid two minutes, before we both spoke up, coincidentally at the same time.

"Sorry, you go." I quickly blurted out.

"No, you." He said softly, causing me to smile coyly.

What the f**k? I wasn't shy? I was never shy!

"Where were you late night?" He looked shocked for a moment but quickly recovered.

"I had some old business to deal with." And I guess that was all the information I would be getting. "Why? Were you worried?" A smirk crawled up his gorgeous face that I just wanted to punch.

The bastard already knew the answer.

"Of course I was, I texted you about fifteen times and you didn't reply. I mean, you could have been dead for all I know?"

"So, you were worried then?" The smirk grew, and so did my urge to punch him.

"Who would drive me around if you were dead?" I smiled smugly at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You could get a new bodyguard." He retorted, causing me to roll my eyes.

"I hate change. I prefer things to be kept the same." He dropped the subject after that, and I was glad for it.

"So, where are we going today?" I shook my head.

"I've got to study." He narrowed his eyes at me in anger, and I quickly realised what he thought. "I mean, actually study. I've got exams coming up." His hard expression cracked slightly as his eyes softened.

"I can help if you want," I raised my eyebrows at him. Did he mean actually help, or the way he used to 'help' me? "I mean actually help." He stated, as if reading my thoughts.

Me, Tristan, in my room alone with a bed. Bad idea, especially after yesterday.

"I'm good but thanks." He sighed, and a sad smile appeared in his face.

"Okay, have fun baby-girl." He cringed. "I mean Kiara."

That stung. I loved the way he called me baby-girl. That was why I never let anyone else call me it, only he ever could.

"No, I like baby-girl. It's...our thing."

"Our thing?" A big smile grew on his face.

"Yes, you call me baby-girl and I call you an asshole. Our thing." He nodded, knowing to shut up.

"Our thing." He reiterated. "It's just after yesterday, I assumed you wouldn't want anything to do with me. I shouldn't have done that, I basically forced you into it."

"No you didn't. I never do something unless I want to, and as if anyone could force Kiara Romano to do something she didn't want." He chuckled, and ran his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, I guess. I'm still sorry though." He smiled sheepishly, causing me to swoon. I was becoming the sixteen year old girl again with a crush on one of her father's men.

I was becoming the old me. The weak version.

"Don't be sorry Tristan. It was nice, it was good. I wanted it. It's nice to see your skills haven't faded over time."

"Well, I've had a lot of practice." He chuckled.

Okay that hurt like a b***h. Just the thought of him with other girls made my heart clench and my blood boil.

He's mine. My man.

No he wasn't Kiara, he was your man. But not anymore, he left us. Never forget.

"What I mean is, on you. I've had a lot on practice..um..with you..on you..I mean..." I couldn't help but giggle as he fumbled to find the right words.

"I understand and don't worry, it's not like I wasn't with other guys." The words rolled off my tongue, with a glimmer of mischief in my eyes.

"Yeah, I know." He clenched his jaw as he spoke between gritted teeth.

Fuck, he looked so sexy when he was jealous.

"Well, I better go get my lunch before my brothers eat all the food." He stepped aside and we smiled at one another, before I left.

That went well, surprisingly. Maybe this could work? Maybe we could be friends? We were friends before we dated, we were very close friends, in fact.

I hoped we stayed like this. Civil. I hated when we argued, actually I like arguing with him, but it was nice being friendly too.

After breakfast, I went back to study. For five f*****g hours!

I may have been a wild party girl, but I focused on my education. I would not be another high school dropout, hooked on drugs and booze with a mild s*x addiction.

I would be a high school graduate hooked on booze and hot men, with an occasional spliff here and then.

When I was completely exhausted from studying and my brain felt close to melting, my phone buzzed and it as if God himself had answered my prayers, or well Tessa.

Club tonight!!! You, me and a whole lot of drinking!! ~ T xx

How could I turn down such an offer? Meet you outside in half an hour!! ~ K

Now I just had to convince my dad and all was well.

Creeping downstairs, I followed the sound of chattering coming from the board room. It was nearing eight o'clock meaning my dad had his weekly mafia meeting, which was really just an excuse for all the men in my family to band together and drink without getting caught by their wives and partners.

Rapping twice on the door, the thunderous sound of my father's voice, caused me to walk in. The chattering came to a seize as I smiled brightly at the room, before walking over to my dad.

"Daddy, Tessa and me want to go out tonight to this teen club downtown. Can I go with her?" I could sense the hesitation so I poured and pulled out the puppy dog eyes.

"Pleaseeee," I begged, slowly wearing him down.

"Let her go Ryder, she's a kid. Let her have some fun." My uncle Maddox interjected, giving me a sly wink.

"Yeah Ryder, don't forget, we know what you used to get up to." Uncle Antonio drawled, causing him to get a whack on the head from his husband, Uncle Danny.

"Fine, you can go but I want you back by eleven." I squealed and pecked his cheek, before spinning around.

That was when he caught my eye. Tristan was watching me with amusement, twinkling in his eyes. I smirked, and began to walk out the room, gently swaying my hips to give him a little show.

What? I’m a tease.

After walking out, I ran straight to my room and grinned as I opened up my closet. GTonight, I was feeling sexy and dangerous.

Pulling out one of my most provocative dresses, I slid the thin red material onto my body and paired with some matching red stilettos. I carefully put on the diamond earrings my grandma Scarlet, bought for me, and a small gold chain.

Quickly curling the ends of my hair, I spritzed on some Victoria Secret's perfume and tucked my phone into the garter hidden beneath my dress, alongside my gun.

What? A girl always has to be prepared.

By time I rushed out, Tessa was already there. I slid into her car and she sped away, letting me finally push aside any thoughts about Tristan.

"Tessa," I warned, as I noticed where she was parking outside of.

"This is the best club in all of Manhattan, and you can't hide from him forever." I scoffed, clearing she underestimated my resilience.

"Yes I f*****g can. There's no way I'm going in there."

"Fine then, sulk in the car." She got and slammed the door, before storming off. I waited a good minute, and then huffed, as I quickly followed after her.

"Yay, I knew you couldn't resist." I scowled at her, wrapping my arms around my self in order to try and block of the chilly air.

"Fine, but if we see him, I'm leaving."

"I'll be right besides you, but I doubt he's even here. I mean, he owns about twenty clubs." I prayed she was right as we walked straight into the busy club, known as Ghost.

Tessa was immediately lured onto the dance floor by a handsome stranger, whilst I settled myself by the bar, drinking shot after shot.

Unfortunately those shots had to go somewhere, forcing me to head straight to the bathroom. After doing my business, I washed my hands and walked back out, only to be grabbed and shoved into a corner.

The man's face was a blur in the dark and from my intoxication, but I knew one thing, he was trying to r**e me.

And no-one touched Kiara Romano without permission.

Elbowing him in the face, he grunted and stumbled back in shock. He lunged for me again and I tried to dodge but he was quick. His beefy arms, grabbed me and trapped me in the corner.

Diving his hand underneath my dress, I clamped my thighs shut, causing my gun and phone to fall to the floor. I kneed him where the sun doesn't shine, but he was relentless.

Grabbing ahold of my shoulders, he threw me against the wall. My head snapped back and collided with the hard concrete, causing the room to spin.

I pulled back my fist and launched it straight at his gut but I was drunk, and my aim was weak. Missing terribly, he gripped my arms over my head and smiled grimly.

"I'm gonna make you pay now, you f*****g whore."

Bang! Bang!

Two shots fired and blood sprayed across my face. The man stared at me with wide eyes, a hole straight through his forehead, before he dropped to his knees.

I nudged him with my heel, but he didn't move.

Slowly looking up, my heart stopped as I saw my saviour. He was the epitome of pure perfection.

Sun kissed skin, a chiseled jaw line that made me weak at the knees, hair as black as his soul and a pair of electric blue eyes that were cold as ice.

"Hello princess, been a long time." His lips curled up into one of his infamous smirks.

"Aaron," I whispered in disbelief.

"Missed me?" I was so screwed.

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A/N: Yes!!! Aaron Black is finally here and he’s bringing a s**t load of drama with him! My phone