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 sexual 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 sexual 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.