Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2
Stella POV

Bark for me, Stella.

My jaw was clamped shut the entire five hours of driving to where the sun was sinking, and my eyes would wander to the side, starring at Matteo's gorgeous hand, hugging, and essentially attacking the steering wheel—at first, I wished I was the steering wheel itself. But then I recalled what my goal was, and how cruel she could be.

I don't mind being the girl in the bridal gown who was slowly consuming me alive. It was tight. At first, it fitted great. However, after practically slapping away some food, I gained almost fifteen pounds of food weight back at the church.

Matteo would not pay notice to my twitches and uneasiness in my seat. She appears like a robot in a black outfit sitting in the seat. Her back was straight, and her face was too forward.

I decided to tease her a little.

"For someone who can end world hunger and buy my father's company you really appeared to live in a bad area." That was not a teaser. That was solid white dog shit fact. My gaze darted out the dark-tinted glass. She resided in what appeared to be a suburban community. The houses were all the same, as were the people.

Every home appears to have a child, and every child appears to have the same color ball and tricycle on the plastic-looking green lawn—it looks too green in my opinion.

"I don't live here. We will be residing here. I bought the house last week."

"So you have a house in the Vegas hills?" I asked.

"Yep,"

"Why aren't we going there?

"Because you don't deserve nice things?"

"You don't look so nice yourself so I understand what you mean." I replied. She grumbled. At what seemed to be our new home, she slowed the vehicle. It looks brand new. It was not the mansion I had envisioned, but it will suffice for the next 9 years and 364 days.

I was the first to get out of the car and head towards the front door. I want out of this and now. But it felt like she was driving the car across the white stone brick parkway quite slowly.

I grunted as I lowered my body into the swaying hammock. I could see myself watching ugly kids run up and down the road in my yoga pants, trying to figure out how to murder Matteo and inherit her riches.

I jumped when her piercing looks were enough to push me away from my homicidal plans. I smiled, and, surprisingly, she smiled back. So she's sweet. How adorable. Her smile was gorgeous.

She pulled the door after walking by.

I saw us pushing the key into the lock and twisting it together, that huge smile on our faces, but then I recalled we didn't marry voluntarily.

She went in and lightly pushed the door, forcing me to push it with the fluff of my dress. As I closed the door. I started reaching for the back of the dress, where the zipper was nestled beneath the lap of the silky material—I could barely get it.

"Hey, bring this down for me!" I stated this while walking in front of her and coming to a stop. As she slipped the garment down, my gaze swept around the home. White chandelier, brown oak hardwood floor, lovely air freshener aroma, and brand new furniture.

"Good to see you; you're jumping out of here for your new wardrobe. "Follow me." She remarked this as she moved into the open area that connects to another room.

I entered the Kitchen, but that didn't stop me from undressing. I needed out of this dress. I slipped out of the banned dress, which I knew I was going to burn in the backyard, visible through the partially open curtains. It appeared like a pool was back there.

Matteo held up a plastic package. The black and white material resembled a uniform; would I be wearing one?

"What is that?"

"Open it." She shoved it towards me. The shirt, which she seems to have squashed her body in like a hulk, appears to be poised to rip—like the hulk. I took the box and pulled its zipper down.

My fingers delved in to feel the material. It felt lathery, but not quite. I pull it out and study it in a circle. "A maid's uniform?" I gazed at her as I held the gift. "Are you planning to employ a maid?"

The sneer that progressively emerged on her lips implied that the maid would only serve me. "I am not wearing it. You must have called a maid." I threw the packet on the countertop.


"It's you."

"Do I look like a maid, Hulky?"

"It doesn't matter; you're going to be one."

"No, I will not." All I was known to do was suck and smile. I know nothing about maid responsibilities. "Does this body look like a maid?" My hand moved across my nude body. I didn't mind that her suddenly pervy eyes were fixed on my bare tits. I couldn't wear a bra or panties with this outfit.

"It seems like the right body for a maid outfit."

I sneered and walked entirely out of the dress. I took it up and did my best to fold it. But it couldn't. "I am going to bed."

She plucked my hair as I was about to stride off. A few hairs fell in front of my face, and as she rotated my body to face her, I stared at her through the curtains of thin strands. Because my hair wasn't naturally blonde, the strands felt like battle straws, and as she tightened her grip, I could feel every single strand ripping away from my head.

"You are going to be my maid."

"I am not," I challenged.

"I'm trying to figure out where it seems that you have a choice, Stella." Her breath, with its hint of mint, was creeping closer to my face.

"Because the last time I checked, you signed the paperwork stating that you will do everything I say so that your father will receive $2 million from my firm each year to rebuild his flossy business."

My neck felt like it was being torn from my body as she dragged me to look squarely at her.

"So if I say, you should bark like a dog, what are you gonna do, Stella."

"Spit on your face." I lashed out.

"You barked. Loud. Let's see how loudly that voice barks." She shifted the tiny screen of my hair to look into my eyes. The sly expression on her face belies her extreme lack of character.

And how long will these days, months, and years be?

"Bark!" She commanded.

"Ugh...eugh!" I grunted. I then exhaled. If I didn't bark, I would have failed my father. Do I want to disappoint my father and have him declare bankruptcy, leaving me unable to live that life? No. So, with a timid slide of the dog, I bark. "Woof,"

I lowered my gaze to her charcoal gentleman shoes—nothing about her screamed gentleman or lady.

"Bark louder than that, Stella."

"I fucking hate you!" I swore under my breath. "Woof, woof!"

"Again. Bark like a proud dog!"

"Woof, woof!"

"Good. Now, stick your tongue out."

"Why?" I scowled at her. My hand was covertly attempting to pull her hand from my hair.

"Do it!"

I puffed, sticking only the tip of my tongue out. She grabbed it and dragged it out. I yelped with pain.

"You frucking shoit!" I could scarcely form my words. You fucking shit. I barked in my head.

"Be like this for the next ten years, and we'll get along just fine. Do you understand?" She clamped down on my tongue.

I nodded, indicating my comprehension. My gaze dug poison into her face. If only it could melt her adorable little, exquisite face.

She freed both my hair and tongue. I pulled my hair away and drew my numb tongue into my mouth.

"I want to see you wearing that dress tomorrow. Serving my coffee and being a little pet."

"Good night," dogshit.

"We are sleeping together." She said.

"What!"

Based on the size of the home, upstairs has at least four bedrooms, two of which have independent bathrooms.

"I want my own room."

"No, we sleep together as wife and wife."

"My own room, Matteo." I stand on what I stated, arms crossed.

"Only our room is available."