Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 20

Chapter 20
Stella POV

Spartan eyes never left us as he slipped the seatbelt off his concealed body. He pulled the door open, and his foot emerged, displaying dusty black Timberland boots. I carefully glanced up to see his tall, slender figure. His complexion was a warm beige, and it appeared to be covered with grease.

"What does he do?" I was perplexed and decided to inquire.

"He works in a factory. I don't know which one. But he is the executive mechanic.

"You don't say," I tilted my head to get a better view of his physique. His lengthy legs were covered by wavy blue pants that were slightly elevated over the tall ankle-length boots. Given that his biceps protrude, the shirt he wore was definitely too small for him.
As my gaze fell on his face, I was left dissatisfied.

"That is Spartan?" My tone conveyed my dismay. His body was a 10, but not so much his face. Perhaps I did not examine deeply enough. I tried to peek again, but his back was turned as he took something from the rear of his truck.

"Isn't he so cute?" She inquired dreamily. "He's nothing but a fuck boy," she muttered as her fingers remained stapled to my arm. In my perspective, he couldn't compete with Mateo. But he will have to do. The goal was to make her jealous, not sleeping with him.
After setting down a few tools, I suddenly saw his soiled boots walking over my grass and approaching me. I made no attempt to seem presentable. His eyes were fixed on mine. I grinned, happy with this.

"Nathalie, won't you introduce me to this wonderful lady?" I thought it was extremely impolite because he didn't even murmur a welcome and immediately started chatting. I guess he believes he's the big shot around here. Wait till she sees the sexy jerk I was married to.

Nathalie's hand pulled away from my flesh. I looked over at her, and she seemed like she was going to cry. Poor, tiny thing.
I believe she was in love with him, or at least assumed he was serious. Well, she avoided producing unattractive babies.

His face was nothing big. Plain water-base blue eyes, round face with practically double chin—jawline, and Nubian nose. He has a lovely head of black hair that is parted in the center, giving him two little curtain bangs.

"Yes, Spartan, this is Stella." She mumbled, her head lowered to her chest.

"Hey there, lovely."

"Hey," I said, putting on a nice girl act. Instead, I peered at him through my lashes, fluttering them gently.

"She's married," Nathalie said. Her nose twisted with revulsion at his sneer.

"You are huh?"
Spartan was like an ugly fuckboy. Who believes he has the ability to make all females' panties drop.

I slowly nodded. His gaze flashed down to my bare fingertips. My workload is so heavy that it would be foolish of me to wear a ring.

"I don't see any rings?" He mentioned it in a half-question.

"I don't enjoy wearing it," I murmured, playing with my fingers and flashing him a golden retriever smile. He bites his lips, and I swear I feel compelled to put my blonde head in the ground. What did he do? His gaze swept over my body, and I had never felt more objectified in my life.
However, he was the one who pulled the trick of making Mateo envious.

"Good, girl. That's good yeah," his tongue peppered over his lips in licks, making them look like a soggy piece of gum. If he was attempting to portray himself as a sexy fuck guy that every lady wants to fuck, he was doing a poor job.

"How long have you been here? It can't be long." He stretched his palm out and flexed slightly, causing blue veins to appear on his beige skin. What the fuck? I chuckled and played stupid girl, glancing at Nathalie, who was unimpressed by his attempt of getting into my pants.

"You're so sexy," I said, giggling even more.

It was simple for me to perform the idiotic act. That's why, as my mother said, "I dyed you blonde."

"You think I am hot, yeah. Probably more than your husband."

"Perhaps," I flirted back.

"Her wife is hotter."

His eyes widened, and I thought I saw a displeased flicker in them, but I was quickly corrected when he chuckled loudly. "Cool... threesomes, huh?"

Mateo is more likely to do the fucking than him.

"Perhaps," I smirked.

"Perhaps not," Nathalie responded. "What are you doing?" she said, drawing me closer to her. For a female that looked like a golden retriever, she has the power of a pitbull.

"Will you quit yanking on me like that?"

"He's only a player."
"Good,"

I peered up at him again, his hands now tucked inside the front pocket of his pants. I stood up. "You want to meet my wife. She'll really like you." I said, grabbing his arms. I was pulling his ego up.

"Damn, this day seemed to be getting better."

I almost passed out from his breath, which smelled like trash and smokes. I turned to Nathalie. "Go and call her. Go call my wife."

She watched on as she remained anchored on the dirt. I make a harsh motion towards the home. She groaned, stood up, and stomped towards the house.

I attempted to slide out of his clutches, but sorrow clung to me like a piranha.
As he have other planned and groped me up by the waist. I played off with a hesitant chuckle. He appeared to be rather handsy. A little too handsy. He moved his face closer, his lips formed for a kiss.

"What're you doing?"

"I simply want a little kiss, baby?" As he chuckled, another fart emerged from his mouth onto my face.

I flail out of his tight hold, but fail. I understand how to deal with men like him. I was intimately involved in my father's casino operation, and men are typically handsy. I typically tell them what they want to hear, and it generally works.

His lips pushed and mashed against my face. He slightly lifted me off the ground.

"How about we wait a little bit?"

"Only one kiss," he guaranteed. His lips are putting another kiss on my cheek. It was damp and filthy. It makes me tremble to the core. I'll have to give my face a separate shower tonight.

"Let us just—."

An ear-piercing snarl cut me short. The roar was so terrifying that it caused both of us to turn to face a furious Mateo. Just wonderful! Perhaps I should not have called her.

"Take your fucking hands off my wife."