Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3
Stella POV

It's fat!

Stepping out of the kitchen and up the cantilever staircase, I could feel hergaze following me. As I climbed up on the landing, the hallway created aone-way path that led south—much like my life.

I guessed properly since there were two doors situated on each side ofthe wall, resulting in four rooms. I couldn't overlook the double door atthe very end. It has a see-through aperture at the top that lets the sunset inand lights up the almost-wide hallway. The residence was large enough toaccommodate a real maid.

I sprung to attention, hurling myself straight to the first white door. Itopened as soon as I grabbed the keyed doorknob.

My gaze hit her office, and I slammed it hard with a huff. I prance happily tothe next door, only to be welcomed by a fucking family den.

I investigated the next two doors, which led to a visitor's restroom and ahorrible library and study area. She didn't need a freaking library to study.She already has a dang office.

I huffed as I stomped down to the final door, which was slammed in the middle.Behold the main bedroom. King size bed with silky satin lilac fabric and twinChester drawers that sandwich the bed. A closet with clothing stacked within.Gorgeous windows that offered me first-rate views of the homes and sunset, anda stunning winter green wall.

"I told you there's just one bedroom." I jumped since I could nothear her footsteps. She moved quietly like a sea otter.
I moved toward the closet. My fingers swung through to reveal butterfly-printedpajamas. I dragged it off the rack and hurriedly put it on.

"We didn't need a study." I say "we" because I haveadmitted to myself that I will spend the rest of my life—my young beautifullife—with an egoistical, attractive wicked.

"I need to study."

"Why?" I turned around to face her.

"To give you more stuff to clean." She did not disguise how much shewants to work me out for the services she will gladly provide to my father.

"You bitch." I hissed. "What I can tell is you should watch yourback when walking down those steps."

"If I hadn't known better, you were endangering my life."

"What do you think?"

"I think we'll be living together just fine. I get to control you. I'vealways wanted something I could control." She controlled so muchcompanies. I supposed she meant, she want something to mistreat without gettinga fat law sue.

My gaze couldn't help but follow her conical-shaped hands as they dipped up theblack button on her blouse. She gently pulled the buttons one by one, revealingher black T-shirt.

"Or, should I say someone?" She delivered a dark inky chuckle thatwas scrawled feverishly all over my body.
"When your father crawled to me. One of the top businessmen." Herfingertips itched the shirt's fabric, causing it to slip off her powerfulshoulders. It appeared to be attached to her wrists and arms, yet there was nostruggle in her expression.

She let out another smoky chuckle. Jesus, she was killing me with her sounds."The top of us is creeping towards me. I'm not going to lie, Stella. Ialmost let him suck my cock."

I scowled at the knowledge she had just discarded. "It's not myproblem." Although I will confess that she does have certain needs tomeet.

She laughed deeply, "But then he showed me your picture, and all I couldthink of was you, those delicate tiny pink lips around my thick cock."

I slashed my eyes at her. "I'd rather eat cat feces." My gaze wasdrawn back to her sleek body—oh, how ripped she is. Not a fat insight, buther reportedly fat cock.

"Ten years of you worshiping me. Huh?" Those hands grabbed for thebelt. "This is going to be enjoyable."

"That isn't how it works."

A tenebrous smile spread across her face. "How about tomorrow, after youmake my coffee and give me a hand job, you read what you signed. You didn'thave much time to read since your father was busy getting his business off theground. I'll give you a read."

I didn't want to acknowledge it, but I need to thoroughly review what I signed.According to how it seemed, I also appeared to have given up my virginity.

She had lowered her pants, and she was correct. Her massive cock was writtenout on the black material. Jesus Christ. Fuck. I quickly turned my back on her.

"It's fat," I said to myself. I hastily retraced my steps, only todiscover that she had taken advantage of the situation and approached me. Herhair hangs like Cimmerian drapes.

"The honeymoon begins now."
"Shouldn't we be somewhere in Europe or something for it to be ahoney?" My eyes tried not to focus on her fat cock.

Her head was turned towards the bed.

"I'm not letting my pussy come anywhere near you." I crossed my armsto emphasize that I meant business and that I stood by what I said. However, myvirgin kitten pranced in her pajamas.

"It's preferable we fuck now; it'll be the same sex five yearslater."

"It will not." I headed toward the bed. "Keep your hands toyourself, punk!" I crept to the top of the bed and removed the hardpillow.
I don't sleep with pillows, so I bundled them in the center to separate herfrom me. I don't even want to feel her breathing on me.

"What will the pillow do?"

I looked back to see her carefully folding her clothes and placing themonto the Chester drawer.

"I do not want you to touch me."

"I can move them when you're asleep."

"I'll sleep with one eye open."

"Good luck." She mumbled incoherently. She was now on her side of thebed. I can't believe I was about to sleep with someone like her.

"I can't wait till divorce day." I muttered as I tried to stack thepillows but failed miserably.
"What ten million?" She asked. Basically, I earn $1 million each yearfor being in this awful marriage. "I can pull that from under my mattressand hand it to you."

"I'd like to receive it through divorce. I'll spend $1 million onchampagne and parties. I'll celebrate for a year."

"And stuck with a child."

"I didn't hear that."

"You heard me, Stella." When she yanked the spread down, the entirewall of pillows fell. I snarled angrily and gave her a death-like gaze.

"Ops,"

"You fucking dog pissed crap!"

"Just lie down; I won't touch anything like you."

I glared. Something like me. What is wrong with me? I transfer my gaze to mybody. I looked great.
I glanced at her with a delighted smile for ringing my stupid bells.

I huffed, "I'm sleeping on the floor!" I shouted.

"Fine, I didn't want to sleep with anything like you," she continuedto rock my world.

"I look darn fine. Girls kill for this body."

"Not me."

I withdrew the entire spread off her body, bringing her massive cock back intomy view. Oh my gosh, it's fat. I'd suffocate on it.

"Give it back."

"No,"

"Okay, at least you're not sleeping with me." She stated this as sheturned away from me. I flung the blanket on the floor and grabbed one of thepillows. I wield it across her body.
I yelped in surprise as she quickly seized the pillow and yanked me down intothe bed.

She gripped me hard around the waist. "Let me go, you disgusting urinepig!" I cursed and elbowed her in the side. However, my elbows seemed tohurt, as if I had crashed with a wall.

"What happens if I hit you?" She grasped my chin.

"You would not dare!"

She pushed me away. "Goodnight." She snarled, her face nearlycolliding with mine. I made my way out of bed, glaring one more time beforefocusing on how I would sleep on a wooden floor.

The things my ego forced me to do.