Chained Princess

Chapter 6: Lying To Myself

K I A R A ‘ S P. O. V

The moment my baby called out mama, I knew I would forever be screwed. Aaron looked confused, sick and worst of all, utterly pissed. My worst fear had come to light and there was no escaping the truth now.

"I'm here honey," My mum suddenly emerged from nowhere and swooped in to take a squirming Anastasia from Aaron. Thank f**k for that.

"Sorry about that Aaron, I placed her in her crib but she always manages to find her way out, don't you?" She tickled Stasi, causing her to burst out into laughter.

Aaron was utterly perplexed, as was I, but I kept mine under wraps. "She's yours? You had another baby?"

I fought hard to hide my expression at the sound of his voice again. The deep smoothness of it, the sheer intoxicating nature of the way the words just rolled of his tongue. If anything it had gotten deeper, sexier.

"What? God no. She's my niece. My brother is a bit of a player and knocked up his girlfriend. The man's in his forties and decides now is the time to be a father. Anyways I'm watching her whilst him and his girlfriend sort out some issues."

"But she called you..."

"I know, the poor thing has become attached to me. She watches all these shows and picks up words. Because I take care of her and have boobs, she automatically calls me Mama. Again, very sorry for that." My mum was one crafty gal. Thank god.

"No problem, I shouldn't have been up here."

She placed her hand on his arm. "It's fine darling." Then, she quickly left, shooting me a wink on the way out. And leaving the two of us completely alone. Bad combination.

"You look beautiful." He whispered out of nowhere." I stared down at attire, suddenly feeling very foolish for not wearing my jeans instead.

"I look like trash." I snorted out. Glancing up at him, I caught the expression in his eyes. His truthful, sincere expression.

"No you don't. Hell, you could wear a trash bag and you would still be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." I could feel my breath hitch in the back of my throat and goosebumps erupt over my body from just the mere sound of his voice.

A tense silence surrounded, despite the millions of words I wanted to blurt out. All the thoughts and feelings I wanted to recount, the words hanging off the edge of my tongue.

However, almost all of them were about Anastasia. "I should..." I started, slowly backing away.

"So that's your cousin?" He suddenly blurted out. The look in his eyes was filled with a morbid desperation, a desperation which was begging me to stay, so I did.

"Uh...yes. That's my cousin." He nodded, stuffing his hands into his pocket and then laughed.

"For a moment I thought she was yours." He continued to laugh at the thought, oblivious to me fear stricken expression.

"That's ridiculous." I commented, ignoring the thudding sound of my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

As his laughter subsided, so did his panicked desperation. Slowly, he began to walk towards me, his eyes leering with an animalistic sort of lust that caused my body to quiver. I backed away, stepping back as he stepped forward until eventually, my back was pressed against the wall and I had nowhere to go.

I could see all of him.

He looked older now. Not in the physical sense, other than heavy dark circles underlining his eyes. Otherwise, he was sheer perfection. His jaw still looked as though it was chiseled by the Greeks themselves, his hair was messy and yet mused to perfection and the blueness of his eyes seemed darker, with his smouldering gaze causing me to become enchanted.

The thing that made him look older was the wariness that exuded him, the tiredness and relief in his eyes, his smile...that didn't seem real. The slight tilt of his lips was fake and I wondered if I would ever get to see his real smile again. The smile he graced me with in Paris and all those nights spent naked under the covers.

"Your hair is purple." His fingertips brushed against my bare neck, as he picked up a strand of my hair. His forehead creased. "Why is it purple?"

Shit. I snatched the strand back from him and quickly assessed it for myself. As he said, a large streak of purple was still merged into my dark hair. "f**k, I thought I got it all out last night." I murmured to myself.

"What? In the shower." He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive way.

I slapped his chest, fighting to hide my smile. "Stop being a pervert." He placed his hands against the walls, trapping me in our own little bubble.

If we're being honest, whenever he was around, I only had eyes for him. I only saw him, felt him, tasted him. Even now, the strong masculine scent of his aftershave lingering in the air, turning me on so much that my panties began to dampen.

"I thought you loved me when I'm being a pervert." Leaning in impossibly closer, I watched as his tongue peeked out to wet his lips. "Besides...it's not like I've never seen you naked before, or had a shower with you. Your body soapy and wet, pressed firmly against mine." His cold finger trailed down my cheek.

"My hands roaming the curves of your luscious breasts, squeezing them hard enough to illicit a dirty loud moan from that sweet mouth of yours." It grazed over my lips, and our eyes met, as his gently pushed it into my mouth. On instinct, I sucked on his finger, swirling it in my mouth as though it was his c**k.

A dark raspy chuckle left his throat. "See, I knew you remembered how to please me Princess." His voice turned into a breathy whisper. "Imagine what you could do with my cock."

The dirty imagine flashed into my mind. My lips wrapped over his c**k, my tongue sucking on his balls, his c*m dripping down my chin and myself, grinning in satisfaction, my body contorted in ways I've never imagined as he pounded into me...but then I remembered that I had done it all.

He f****d me in every way imaginable. He f****d my body, my mouth, my mind...he f****d me over that night when he broke my heart. I gave him his chance, he's the one who lost it.

I pulled my head away so fast that it smacked hard against the wall. Crying out, I pressed my hand to the throbbing aching pain. "Princess," He murmured, reaching for me, but I put my hand up.

"No." A choked sob left my throat, and he took a step back. "No."

The painful memories all came flooding back and at the forefront of my mind was Aaron rejecting my love, rejecting my second chance. There's a reason you've never heard of third chance stories, it's because they don't exist.

"You lost me. You hurt me, you...I'm not doing this again. Whenever we're together Aaron, people die or they get hurt." Sawyer, my dad disowning me, me nearly dying alongside Anastasia.

"That's not fair. You left New York Kiara, without any way of me contacting you. I searched for years, I was still searching when you showed up again and I...I want another chance. Please, give me another chance."

I had dreamt of this moment, relished in the dream and said yes a million times. Now though, I realised that Aaron was now a broken shell of the man I had fallen for. I broke him, he broke me. Despite whatever feelings we might have for each other, we were bad for each other. We still are.

"I hurt you, you hurt me, someone forgives the other and then it happens all over again. It's a sick cycle that I ended the moment I left. These past few years have been painful, yes, but it's better than living a lie. You're damaged Aaron, so am I. I thought we could fix each other but we can't. Only I can fix myself, and you can fix yourself. You need to let me go. I need to be free of you."

"But...but you're here? You're in New York, it's a sign, we're meant to be together..."

"Don't you think we would be together if the universe foresaw it? It's supposed to be easy, but being with you is the hardest thing I've ever experienced. It wasn't even real. We were never real, you were a fling. A lover, and that's all."

It was painful watching my words slowly crush him into pieces. It was killing me to spew such words from my mouth but it needed to be down years ago. I couldn't live my life without closure, he needed the same.

"No, you loved me. You said so, and I..." He stilled. Turning his head slowly, his eyes met mine and he gulped. I couldn't help but let out a humourless laugh.

"You didn't love me." His words came flooding back. His malicious cruel words that drove me away. "You said as much at the airport. So, if you don't love me then let me go Aaron. It's only fair."

I watched as all hope drained from his eyes. "So what then? We just go back to being friends?" Friends? I could never be friends with Aaron.

"After the wedding I'm leaving. It doesn't matter after that, because you'll never see me again." Aaron recoiled, scoffed and stepped back.

"That's it then?" No. No that's wasn't it. I had a million things I needed to tell him. Those three words I hadn't uttered again in two years, on the very tip of my tongue but instead I kept silent. Then, I sealed the deal.

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A A R O N ' S P. O. V

"That's it." Her voice held nothing at all.

I studied her carefully, ignoring the feeling of my heart clenching painfully inside my chest.

She wore her infamous stoic expression. Her b***h face. The one she used to mask her emotions from everyone else, the one she wore for strangers but never for me. I always saw through it, always and yet today...I couldn't read her at all.

I knew she was waiting for me to leave. The least I could do was grant her that final wish.

"Goodbye princess," I didn't know if this was forever. I sure as hell didn't want it to be.

I thought we were a done deal. I thought I had her back again, the moment she allowed me to touch her cheek. The way she sucked my finger brought back all those delicious memories of our time as lovers together.

My c**k sprung up at the thought of having her in my bed again. This time tied to the posts so I could punish her in a million different wicked ways for leaving me at the airport.

As I turned to leave, I caught a flash of pain in her eyes, but she quickly masked it over so I all I saw was a rich emptiness. A lonely emptiness. I could see her suffering in pain, trapped in darkness. The look she wore was the same as I had all them years ago, before I met her. Before I had hope.

Despite everything, I knew I still couldn't walk away from this. From us. We were destined, and even if the universe hadn't brought us together yet, it was only a matter of time.

Hell, she'd been in New York for only two weeks and our fates had already collided twice.

We were meant to be, even if she refused to admit it and keeps lying to herself.

Turning, I let my feet move me on their own and I managed to make it three steps until I stopped. She stopped breathing for a second and I glanced back at her for a second, needing to ask her my final question.

The question that could solidify my next actions.

"Is there someone else?" They pained me to even speak. The thought of another man caused a rage I didn't even know I possessed to consume me whole. My body was angrily shaking just at the thought of another pair of hands roaming her body, f*****g her...making love to her.

She was mine, now and forever. No-one else could have her but me.

"There is. That's why I'm leaving again, because I would do anything to keep them safe and that includes leaving the mafia...and you behind. Forever." Another man.

Her words cut me sharp and deep, forging a wound that would never be able to fully heal without her. She didn't wait for me to leave, or to pick up the pieces of my broken heart.

Instead, she turned around and walked away, just as she had at the airport.

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A/N: Omg!! My heart is literally breaking for Aaron!!

What did you think of their conversation?

And on mama Gabi saving Kiara?