Leather Dreams

Secret

Secret (Chap 6)

Dexters pov:

I feel fidgety as I lean down and glance at Amaya looking up at me surprised with her honey eyes, as my son tugs on the bottom of my trousers.

"You..you have a kid?" She brushes a curl from her face and I force myself not to reach out a brush it back for her.

"Yeah...he's my son, Luke," I sigh and ruffled my son's soft hair as he peered up at me from my leg.

Luke was...well he essentially was the thing that changed me. My whole life was all of a sudden changed completely when he entered.

I love my son with all of my heart and would die for him. Although, it was hard at first being a single dad but...it's worth it to see his smile.

I don't  wanna meet Amaya's eyes because I know I'll feel embarrassed and I feel shame in me for hiding my son.

I don't want to hide my son but it's better this way. That way, my scholarship won't be ruined and all those crazy girls won't use my son to get to me.....like his birth mother.

I feel angry and ashamed mostly with myself. Why can't I just be a fucking normal human being? I had everything but now I get that it was all fake. And now I've got a son and struggling to make ends.

"I'll hide your secret," Amaya clears her throat after seeing me space out.

"W-what? Why would you do that? You're not obligated to me,"

I saw her glare and tried to keep back my teasing as I can't just help it.

"No...I've been thinking but technically you're not on the team...right?"

"Yeah, until I start tutoring," my jaw clenches, still annoyed with the situation.

"Tutor me then and I wont tell your secret,"

My world froze as I catch her proud smile after seeing my shocked face. Cute. She's really cute.

Fuck, I really am going crazy. Gotta focus.

"Hitting on me again, Collins? How brave," I felt a small smirk crawl up my face.

I tried to resist my smile a I saw her glare at me trying to intimidate me. She reminded me of a grumpy kitten, which made my smirk grow.

"Want me to spread your secret?" she shot back.

Fear washed over me but I knew she wouldn't do that. She's not that type of person, she only seems grumpy to hide her sweet nature.

That's why I returned her phone. I never knew it was her until she kissed me and I ran away like a coward.

I felt bad after and returned it after seeing her face pressing down on her textbooks and panicked when she woke up.

But that's another secret I wanna keep. I don't want her to know I am a thief.

Not that she'll judge but it's embarrassing for me. And humiliating. So fuck that.

"Alright, grumpy. I'll take refuge on your sad charity chase and help you,"

We both know that I was the charity case but it felt good seeing her reaction.

Her brows furrowed as I fought off a laugh and picked up Luke, kissing his cheek.

"And you, mister are in loads of trouble," I gave him a stern look and he shrunk into my arms.

"I'll give you my number then," she went to take my phone but instead I caught her hand and hooked my pinky finger with hers.

"I've already got your number,"

"What the hell, dude? That's really weird, are you sure you're not my stalker?"

You have no idea, baby. I got her phone number three years ago when she gave it to me.

But that's for another time.

"Sweetheart, I'd love to continue talking with you but I gotta head back soon,"

She rolls her eyes as I place my hand beside her shoulder leaning against the wall.

"But if you do tell anyone, I will make your life hell. By kissing you obviously,"

I smile at her but was serious. I didn't want Luke getting upset and I don't want things to turn out like last time....like what that whore did to him...

But I could trust Amaya, since her help all those years ago.

And with me finally tutoring her, this could be a chance to get close to her and....Damn. I realised that I had more of a good deal than she did.

She shares this secret with me and now well now...there's no way I'm letting her go.

"I'll text you later. Until next time, sweetheart,"

I laugh when I see her step on my foot, blurting pressure down.

"You forget I'm a hockey player. I'm used to wearing skates,"

I whisper as she grows irritated and gently wrap my finger around her curl before leaving the room, wondering if that was a subtle blush I saw or my imagination.

————————-(Amaya pov)

He's so damn cocky.

However I can't help but feel somewhat respect for him. He's raising a son by himself and struggling to balance college and sports.

I wonder what he meant but Lukes mother I though. His eyes darkened when he mentioned her but quickly brushed it off, flashing me his dimples.

He's obviously hiding now but to be honest, it's not my business, so I'm not gonna snoop.

That doesn't mean I can't be curious though.

And what was I thinking when I said that to him?? Tutor me when he's looking at me like that?

I didn't wanna seem like I was pitying him so instead I just said that he can tutor me, plus I do really need a tutor to help me.

I guess it's a win win situation but I have a strange feeling that he's won and gained more somehow.

I shake my head and ignore my thoughts about him when I eventually stumble into my room and turn my head to try and find Milly.

Crap, she's probably at Max's place doing gods knows what. At least they do it there and not here because I would honestly rather go homeless.

I take out the food from the fridge and heat it up before jumping on the couch and curling up, with a blanket.
I put on a random drama and lean back munching on dinner.

However, my mind keeps wondering back to Dexter.

Just how many secrets does he have?