If Only They Knew (Book 1.5) (AU Series) - INTERSEX

Chapter Eighteen

I open my eyes and feel between the sheets next to me. It's empty. I lift my head, and see a crack in a set of double doors that I didn't notice before. They don't lead to the hall or the balcony. I hear soft classical music traveling through the door and I get out of bed, wrapping my lower half with the sheets, drifting towards the tune.

When I open one of the doors, the sun radiates through the room, and I'm astonished by the number of art pieces lying around the room. My body gravitates towards them, and I land in front of the bold piece, I saw at the art studio, with thin strokes of paint sailing along the canvas. I rub my fingers over the raised polished, with each streak a different color.

I move to an easel closer to the window and notice the feminine features of the face in the painting. I tilt my head, trying to understand the incomplete piece, and realize half of it is me. Every detail down to each strand of hair is depicted perfectly. It's like looking at a mere reflection of myself, except its paint. The other part is still white with only pencil marks, but this incomplete half does not form the other half of my face, it's an outline of an animal.

A door screeching behind me startles me, and she jumps just as high, frightened by me standing here.

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were still asleep." She's wearing the same robe from first night. Her hair is wet, and I smell the fresh scent of cinnamon from her bathroom.

"You did all of these?" I asked, amazed. She smiles shyly, walking into her closet. I continue wandering around her room, admiring her work. "These are amazing, Deleena. Do you sell them?"

"Uh! Some. Yes, I have. But it's more of a hobby, Val!" Her voice shouts from inside the closet as I hear the hairdryer turn on.

"Seriously? You're like a female Vincent van Gogh or Picasso. Like I'm not kidding, these are legit. Why do you even teach when you have such an amazing talent?" She giggles and comes out of the closet in her work clothes. She has on a gray pencil skirt with a baby blue long-sleeve button-up.

"You think I suck at teaching?" she asks, looking in the mirror as she puts her earrings in.

"Noooo, I didn't say that... I said, why teach when you are so exceptional at this?" I mean, over 60 art depictions line the walls of this room. Some are actual photos, and others are fresh paintings, I presume she's done all on her own. "Is this your room?"

"Yes," she grasps my arm for support, lifting herself into her heels.

"So you gave me the room next to you instead of across the house like your other subs?"

"I told you you are not my subject Valiana. And yes...I wanted you... close." I grab her hips, pulling her near.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you want me close?" She grins.

"Because I like having you close." I grab her ass.

"This close?"

"Closer."

I smirk and move my lips an inch from hers. "This close?"

Her gaze flickers. "A little closer," she whispers, and I lick her pretty pink lips causing her to inhale. I attached our mouths, hungryly tasting her and squeezing her rump, and she giggles.

"I have to goooo," she complains, pulling back. "And you need to get dressed for school. You better not be late."

"Yes, Mistress," I tease, and she gives me a sad look.

"Stopppp."

"Yes, Mistress," I repeat, and she puckers her bottom lip out.

"Stop please," she whines.