Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11
Stella POV


Mateo was sliding the light-out curtain to block out the stinging but gorgeous sunset as I entered the room.

To my astonishment, the workplace was spotless. I didn't get to check the corridor to see whether the mysterious liquid was still present. I was ecstatic that her workplace had been thoroughly cleaned. Except for a pencil holder and a little file basket on one side of the extreme edge, the desk was barren. The area containing the shredded paper has been thoroughly cleaned.

So she picks up after herself.

"Will you simply stand there and stare?" Her harsh reply forced me to refrain from complementing her now well-organized workplace.

I saw there was just one window, which didn't provide much light to the room—in her situation, sunlight wasn't necessary.

"Dinner is ready. And one of our neighbor is joining us for dinner."

If I had hearing impairments, I would have missed the hissing sound that came from her mouth.

"What?"

"I do not want anyone in my house."

"It's my house too."

"When we got divorced, it's your house. Now it's my house, and I make the rules. Kick whomever it is out. Now."

"No," I say, standing on my not-so-high ground. It plummeted lower as her taller, bigger chest appeared directly in front of me. Her gaze remained fixed on my head.

I said it again, "No," as though my gut feelings didn't already urge me to stop placing her in these predicaments.

"I don't enjoy company, Stella. If we weren't married, I would have booted you out yesterday."

"I'm glad to know we share the same dissatisfaction of staying together. Because if I had the option. I would stay with my parents where maids and helpers are there."

"What's so horrible about learning to be a wife? After me, who knows, maybe you'll marry."

"Never." These 10 years with her will be a nightmare. I don't think I want to go through this again. "Let her stay. She helped me cook."

"Just tonight."

"I was thinking about asking her to teach me how to cook."

Perplexed by my statement, she asked, "You were?"

I nodded. I have no way out of this. It was like going to prison. All you have to do is pass the time, and I was doing just that. However, if I can figure out who cooks a few meals and how to 'cater' to her, my time here will be more pleasant.

She sighed, unsure how to respond. I know she enjoyed her lonely existence, and the less people around her, the better. Her silver eyes began to brighten, and I knew what her response would be. I sprang upon her, hands around her neck and feet just off the ground, without waiting for her to say anything.

"You don't even know my response yet," her body felt solid and durable.

"I knew you'd say yes."

"But I did not say yes."

"I know the answer is yes, right?"

She placed her hands behind my arm and gently pushed me away. Her sweet demeanor astonished me. I assumed she'd yank me away.

"It is a yes, as long as she does not come up here or into my office."

I quickly nodded, indicating my understanding.
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I was slightly thrilled to present Mateo to Nathalie. Mateo took a soft grasp of my fingers as we left the office. I looked up at her and then at my fingers.

"We don't have to act like a married couple in front of her, you know."

"Well, I want to."

"May I ask what the benefit is?" I had told Nathalie about the ins and outs of our marriage. It was strictly business. Even if we make love and conceive a child. The kid may not want to hear that, but it will just be a commercial transaction.

We strolled through the pristine kitchen. I recalled leaving it filthy, with vegetable peelings and unwashed utensils. Everything had been cleaned and put away. We entered the modest eating area. It was stunning, with the sunset shining directly on the dining table.

Nathalie is situated at the top of the table. With her hand clasped behind her back and a big Disney princess smile on her face.

She really should quit smiling like that. Which she did as she looked up at Mateo, who was standing behind me. I liked how her expressions were easy to understand; there was no in between. Mateo gave her the creeps.

I guess Nathalie and I have the same expression. I was simply better at disguising it. Mateo wouldn't be the first frightening person I've encountered. My mother was in that group, as were a handful of my father's business associates.

I looked at Mateo and saw her inscrutable looks. But if I were to make an assumption, it would be somewhere between the display of fury and simple domination. What is wrong with her?

I lifted one of my feet and pressed on her firm shin bone.

The palm of my foot felt the hit more than she did, since she simply gave a pit-like snarl.

"Say hello."

Her voice was discordant when she said, "Hello." It sounded like a clap of thunder coming from her chest. I kicked her again. She snarled again, but this time gentler.

"Hi,"

I looked at Nathalie, and her horrified expression faded into a fake smile. Oh, boy. I instantly approached the girl and gently grasped her lanky shoulder line.

"She's attractive and terrifying at the same time. How is that possible?" She inquired gently, her gaze fixed on Mateo, who was standing there reluctantly.

"Only God knows," I said. My gaze was drawn to the perfectly laid table.

She had a knife and fork placed next each white dish. The enormous bowl of salad sat next to the cooking chicken. The aroma was gradually permeating the house.

"Let's eat," I said. Mateo walked up to where we were, and I could hear Nathalie sucking in her air, terrified.

"Thank you for assisting my wife with the dinner." She offered her as kind a grin as she could, which made Nathalie blush and nod. Mateo unexpectedly pulled out my chair. She seems to be full of surprises today. She then pulled Nathalie out.

"We pray?" Nathalie replied, as Mateo and I prepared to share our meal and dig in.

She shifted uncomfortable in the seat as a result of our mutual attention. "Or not," she said softly, pouring herself a drink of water from the pitcher.

Mateo leaned down and murmured, "Your friend is cute. And odd."

"Very,"

I turned over to see her head down, grumbling a prayer. "Amen," she said quietly as she began to share her plate.

"Is she married?"

"No,"

She grinned.

"Don't even think about,"

"About what?"

"Whatever you are thinking. We are not allowed to talk to other people."

"It did not state I wasn't. It stated you were."

I angrily plunged my fork into the prepared salad. Although the dinner looked and tasted wonderful, I was still thinking about my chips and Red Bull.

"Well, don't," I said, feeling a little differently as I started to consider her having affairs with other women. I knew we weren't technically married and wouldn't agree on many issues. I'm not sure why a part of me couldn't take her having sex with another woman.

"How about I involve you in it?" She chatted animatedly to me. I stared at Nathalie, who appeared to be in her own world as she nibbled elegantly on her meal.

"How?" I turned back to Mateo. The smirk had no chance of disappearing from her lips.

"You have the option of watching me screw her or joining in."

My meal felt like a thorny stone going down my throat when I swallowed it.

I wasn't prepared to offer her vaginal sex. However, I find it hot having a third person in the bedroom. I turned back to gaze at the innocent girl.

"She would never."

"Only one way to find out."