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

Chapter Fifty

Valiana

Deleena texted me that she couldn't make it to the dinner with my family because she had end-of-year work to complete for her classes. I quickly replied to her message that it was fine, although I was a little upset. She's been avoiding me since I apologized for overreacting the other day.

"Why so glum?" I hear Brooklyn ask. I was still sitting in her classroom even though she dismissed everyone already. I tend to do this a lot.

"Um, nothing," I grab my stuff and turn to her. "Come to dinner with me and my family?"

"Where?"

"My mother's restaurant."

"Um, is Deleena going?" she asks, tilting her head in confusion.

I shake my head, "She's busy."

"Wouldn't that be weird? I mean, we aren't dating. I'm just De's sub."

"No, you'd be going as my friend, not her sub. I also wasn't asking." She smirks and rolls her eyes.

I wait for her to grab her stuff so we can leave. I picked her up this morning, so she has to come with me either way. Brooklyn and I have been hanging out a lot more. Most of the time, we go out to eat after her class while De is still at work.

I'll miss our friendship lunch date when I no longer have her class. But I'm sure we'll continue. I mean she's practically at Deleena's house every other day picking up the slack from me not being able to please her.

I watch as she walks over to her desk and grabs her bags. We walked out the room and down the halls to the campus parking lot. Once we make it to my truck, I open her door for her and hop in the driver's seat.

"Buckle," I tell her. She nods her head and does as I say.

While we were driving, I noticed her fidgeting with her fingers. I placed my hand closest to her, on her thigh to get it to stop bouncing.

"What's wrong?"

"How come you haven't been coming to the playroom with me and De? Have I done something?" Her voice is low and longing and it makes me sad that I'm causing both of them to be upset because I can't bring myself to tell them truth.

"No, it's not you." I paused for a second, debating whether or not I should tell her. "What I'm about to tell you cannot be repeated to Deleena, okay?"

"Why can-"

"What I am about to tell you can not be repeated to Deleena. If you do, it won't end well for that pretty little behind, understand?" I cut her off before she finished.

"Okay."

"Good. You know how I have heart problems, right?"

"Yeah, you had open-heart surgery, right. That's what the scar is from."

"Yes, well a few weeks ago I was told that my heart is failing. That's why I haven't been having sex, because no offense, I don't want to die from a heart attack while having sex. I think that would be traumatizing for you both," I chuckle, trying to make light of the shitty situation.

"What? Who else knows? Why can't Deleena know?" She freaks out and sits up a straighter.

"Well, besides the doctors and now you, no one knows. I can't tell Deleena, she will just over worry. And I don't want to tell my parents yet, so don't say anything at dinner either."

"I won't, but I want you to be safe, Valé."

"Thanks, Brooklyn, but I got it under control." I pull up to the restaurant and pick a parking spot. "We're here. Remember nothing about this conversation. We can talk more on the way back."