Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12
Stella POV


"I don't believe we should include anyone. It may create minor difficulties." I said as I reflected deeply on the situation. Plus, I'd prefer not share Mateo. Mentally, a threesome is appealing. However, seeing and experiencing the tangible notion was a another story.

"Are you scared?"

I rolled my eyes to hide the fact that I was afraid. I wasn't sure how we ended up talking about a possible threesome. "Scared of what?"

"That I would fall in love with her."

"I thought you didn't do love. You said so much time in your little television interview."

"You watch me?"

"It's hard not to, when your ugly face is on every fucking channel." I insulted.

"It is not."

"You know very well it is."


"I am not having sex with you; I am a virgin. And I am not going to give it to you?"

"Yet," she sneered arrogantly. I stubbornly disregarded her, assuming she was correct. "You can watch."

"Watch you fuck another lady, right?"

If Nathalie hadn't spoken up, I'd have entirely forgotten she was there and that we were at a dining table, considering that I'd pushed my meal to the side. Nathalie, on the other hand, was looking at it through a melancholy cloud veil.

"You don't like the chicken."

I glanced at the chicken leg with scorn. I'd want a snack. I returned my attention to her. "I was letting the food digest a little."

"Mhm," Mateo teased. I attempted to kick her, but my feet drove into the chair.

I reached down with my hand and grabbed her hard-rock thigh.

"Ouch," I murmured softly in agony. I tugged the plate back into view, my gaze fixed on a slightly amused Mateo. "No threesomes."

"Fine, I will fuck her alone."

"No fucking whatsoever."

"It's not in my contract not to have fun. Speaking of contracts. We should discuss the agreement later tonight."

"Even if it's in the contract, I don't want you to fuck her or anybody else—"

"Will you be attending any of the community activities that will be held at the center?"

I looked over Nathalie, and she appeared to want to participate in some conversation. And I feel a little terrible.

I wedged a pinch in her thigh; there wasn't much to grip onto. "No sex with others." I promptly moved to Nathalie and began a discussion with her.

"Which activities?"

"They do sports. Men play football and basketball, and women play tennis and have round table discussions."

I disliked the sound of it. That was not my sort of crowd. My style of outing would be to pick a decent bar with my friends and simply party. Sitting around with a stay-at-home wives was going to be a nightmare, but maybe I could learn a few of their tactics.

"I suppose Mateo and I could go. What time?"

"Only on weekends. But in Sumner, it's every day."

"I am not going. I work this week and every other week." Mateo replied.

"It's okay," Nathalie muttered.

"You and I can."

"You have wife obligations for me." Mateo purposefully reminds me.

"I'm going," I said. She gave a sideways glance.

"You won't take one foot out of this house if we are together."

"Are you suggesting I'll be in prison for the next ten years?"

"If you want to interpret it that way, knock your tiny skull out." She brushed away the white ranch sauce, which had created a tiny mustache on her top lip. She looked at Nathalie, who immediately hung her head down.

"I don't want her to socialize with the others around here; you are enough. Thank you for supper." She nodded to each of us and rose stiffly from her chair. "I'm heading up stairs." She dipped down to speak in my ear. "I want you in bed in the next hour."
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"Are you sure it's okay for me to come over?" Nathalie felt uneasy at what Mateo had said. I, on the other hand, was not going to give in to Mateo's demands. My parents did not restrict me, and I don't think I should let a lady I've only been married to for two days do anything like that to me.

"You are welcome to come over, and I will be at the community center this weekend, as well as every other." I discover Mateo was committed to her career, but I wasn't. I'll urge upon her that she knew I wasn't going to be wearing this maid uniform for the duration of our marriage.

"I just..." She paused with her remarks. "She appeared furious and agitated, and she doesn't like me."

"Not everybody will like you, Nat."

Her eyes widened, and I wasn't sure. "You are the first person to ever give me a pet name. I love it." She leaped enthusiastically. She didn't appear to be worried anymore. I carefully escorted her outside.

I wasn't shocked at how many children were playing. The environment was one that suited them.

"I'll talk with her about it. Don't worry." I carefully pushed her down the steps. I didn't want kids evaluating my too-showy attire. I need to have a robe accessible for when I walk outside.

"And the supper was fantastic. Tomorrow, we will have a lot to talk about." I only hope I didn't forget to formally ask her to give me some tips and methods on how to cook so well.

"What time should I arrive?

"Early. Morning. Around 9 a.m."

She joyfully bobbed her head up and down.

She reached back up on the landing and gave me a short embrace before prancing away. She didn't go home, as I thought; instead, she pranced over to a small girl on a tricycle. The interaction was great, but this was not the moment. Now was the moment to attempt cleaning and make sure Mateo was broken enough to give me even a small amount of freedom.