Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 18

Chapter 18
Stella POV

Purchasing the plants and flowers, as well as the gardening equipment, was one. Planting them, however, was another story. I assumed I could put the plants in the garden while they were still in the container, but I couldn't.

To my dismay, I had to listen to Nathalie go on about plants and rooting. As she claimed. Rooting spreads, and roots require soil to spread, much like a bird. I was literally ridiculing her. Her figure swings and sways in her gorgeous princess-like sundress, her face revealing great joy.

I was irritated with her, yet I couldn't get enough of her.

"I am sorry you didn't get your chips."

"You don't need to."

"When my daddy sends me money, I'll buy you some. I plan to add it to my next month's shopping list."

I looked across at her as she reached for the plant from the rear of the car. She was also the one, along with a male worker that load them in. I was not putting my hands anywhere near dirt. Dealing with Mateo left me with enough filth on my hands.

She delicately rested each of them next to the white river stone walkway that a garden should be. However, it was only earth. "Do you have gardened tools?" She asked.

"Are we planting them now? Can't we wait till tomorrow?"

"We need to get them in the soil right now. Remember, we need to let the roots fly like an eagle."

I can't do this!

"Why don't you do it?" I snapped. She almost sprang into my arms.

"Really?"

I despise her drive to do everything in life. I wish I had that aura. I gazed at the many flowers and plants. My conscience was gradually beginning to bother me about having a stranger do my gardening. I was a wife. I should do wifey things to encourage my wife to invest more money in my father's company.

I was about to sell my soul.

"Let's do it together, and you tell me about yourself." The final bit of what I just stated shocked me to my core. I had little interest in knowing her at first, but something told me she was going to make this voyage more tolerable. So, why not?

Her eyes form a pool, giving her innocent blue eyes an additional shine.

"You want to know about me?"

I could feel myself slowly wishing to retract what I had just said, but my head gave a slow, painful nod. She jumped off her feet and into the air. Her hair floated around, and her dress, like a parachute, gently guided her back down.

"I'll get my garden stuff. I have ton of them to share." With great excitement, she crossed the yard and made her way to her garden, where she picked up a few little gardening equipment. I looked down at the white shirt. I didn't want to be in the dirt, but I had no option.

"Let me go change."

She nodded, enthusiasm still in her step, as she picked up a flower container and began walking to the barren gardening area. I raced up the stairs and opened the door.

When I walked in, just as I was ready to yell Mateo's name, she was upstairs, staring down at me. Her arms crossed, bulging her suit. With her poker look on.

"You've spent all day shopping for flowers."

"Yes," I deadpanned. My heart rate increased as she approached the stairs. My feet go quickly to the kitchen for a drink of water. I instantly felt parched. I could hear her footsteps getting closer and it didn't do much with my breathing. What was wrong with me?

I turned around and glared at her. Her body leaned slightly on the counter top, her gaze fixed on me. Her poker look still holds on.

"I want lunch."

"Make it yourself; I've got gardening to do."

"Make my lunch, then go gardening. I'm one hour behind on my lunch. Not good for my stomach. Is that the way you treat your wife?"


"So, I should've gone flower shopping, come make lunch, and then go back?" I sarcastically asked.

She nodded, seemingly unaware of my sarcasm. This lady was slowly killing me. I could feel my head swelling from all of the horrible words I wanted to fling in her face.

"What do you want?" I inquired, as I caught more water in the glass. The sun had made me dehydrated.

"I'd like a salad with tomato soup and a garlic bread cheese sandwich."

What the fuck? Does she believe she was at a darn five-star restaurant? Did we even have them in the refrigerator? I didn't even know where to begin.

There it was, the subtle headache I knew would grow into a knife stabbing one.

"Okay," I said, turning around with a sigh. I could feel her gaze on me.

"I will be in my office."

"Mateo," I said gently, glancing around. Her brow arched as she waited for me to speak. I carefully placed the glass down and flicked her the bird with my two middle fingers.

"Oh..." She staggered dramatically into the refrigerator. "I think I am going to die." She exaggerates her breathing. I stood there, trying not to laugh, so I turned away from her performance.

"I hate you."

"I love it. Keep it coming?" With a raspy voice, she stood up straight.

I froze up as I thought she was about to approach me, but she stopped in her tracks. She looked up and sighed.

Seriousness seeped into her eyes, turning them a stormy silver. "Do not make me wait another hour for my lunch."

"Didn't you realize you gave me a full menu and expect me to cook everything in that hour?"

"Yes. It isn't hard. Now, get to cooking." When she turned her wide back, I attempted to flip her another bird, but it seems she had read my move, and I was lifted gripping both fists in mid-air with an embarrassed look.

I let out a defeated groan as her footstep went away and up the stairs.

This was what I was going through for almost all my young life? I was supposed to be sleeping in, and hangover from last night. Not about to cook like a chef.