Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 16

Chapter 16
Stella POV

The cash feels like thorn and a horrible nut allergy as I couldn't stop getting this thorny itch in my palm. I clumped the cash into a disgruntled ball and placed it into my jeans pocket.

I hadn't planned to buy the flowers. My eyes met the somewhat overcast sky as I emerged from the wretched house. The sun still had time to mature into a full, dazzling golden.

I noticed a few kids standing at the end of their driveway, holding their lunches and carrying bags, eagerly awaiting the large yellow bus, which was driving slowly.

I felt a heated stare on me and turned to see who it was: Taylor.
She stood with what appeared to be her two middle school daughters and one high school son.

I waved my hand, and the kids waved back. She nervously waved and moved her gaze to one of her daughters before beginning to smooth her brows.

I looked to the right, hoping to see Spartan, but he was not there. It was still early, so he may be asleep. I wish I could sleep. I stomped down the steps and landed on my soggy grass; the sprinklers had been turned on two hours before.

If there was anyone I could call for assistance with flowers, it would be the cheerful and vivacious Nathalie.
Something told me she was a morning person, and I had no difficulty pounding loudly and slamming my fingers on her doorbell.

With the dawn so dead and still. I could hear her little footsteps running to the door, as well as her pleasant tone—she seemed delighted. I could see her form and a dazzling grin before she opened the door.

I was struck by her paper-white grin. Wearing a wild violet robe and adorable bunny slippers, she looked adorable. I wish I could crawl around all day in a fluffy robe, bed slippers, and a bun, waiting for night to transform into a baddie for the club.

"Hi!" She greeted cheerfully.
I noticed a tiny rhythm in her body as she seemed to be unable to remain motionless.

"Mornin,"

"Have you slept well last night?"

"Yeah," I was in no mood for polite conversation since the money in my pocket felt like it was cutting into my flesh.

"Get dressed, we are going shopping."

She folded her hands together and rested them on her fresh face. "I love to shop."

"For flowers. For my garden."

"Really!" She yipped in the air, her tight curly hair bouncing healthily and falling beautifully upon her shoulders. She's really gorgeous and sweet.

"I love flowers." She gasped immediately, causing me to turn around. Taylor was there, standing alone. Her glare lacked any flaws at all.
"Nosy," I sneered, entering Nathalie's home without an invitation. I slammed the door.

"I was going to tell you to come inside. Are you reading my mind?" Her grin shone brighter than the sun. I took my gaze away from her and focused on her décor. I was surprised that it seemed as if the rainbow in the sky had cum all over walls. Her walls were painted in various hues, and the contrast awkwardly matched. I oddly envision myself living in this color scheme.

Her furnishings appeared to be homemade. She takes me into the kitchen by the arm. "Do you want hot chocolate, milk, or apple juice?"

I shook my head while glancing around. Everything appears clean and flawless.
However, the fridge contained too many drawings—drawings by children.

"Have you got kids?" I pointed to the fridge. She skipped excitedly to it. She looked at each painting with pride, much like a mother would.

"No, I babysit most of these kids in and around the community. We always do arts and crafts. I preserve each of them. I have a couple more in a room, which are all on exhibit." She leaped again. She needs to quit jumping. "Would you want to see them? Her eyes have an eager expression.

"No,"

"Oh,"

I sighed.

"After we go shopping."

She leaped again, like a delighted puppy. She should quit jumping.

"I cannot wait. It's really beautiful—"


"Go get dressed; we have a long day." I snapped accidentally at her. I sighed, "I'm sorry; I'm just a little depressed." I looked across at her, her smile remained intact.

"Is it your hot wife?"

"She isn't hot." I snapped. "She's a devil that came to ruin my life."

She opened her arms, staggering towards me. "You need a hug."

My face twisted. "Get away from me!"

Her brows furrowed cutely on her forehead. "All fine, no hug."