Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 26

Chapter 26
Stella POV


When I woke up, my phone was charging from the socket outlet next to the bed. It took a full-blown surprise on my face to realize Mateo was in bed, not peering out the window or attempting to rouse me from my slumber. Does this imply I can sleep in? Didn't she have work?

I sit up in bed more, stretch over for the phone, and remove it from the charger. The sun wasn't blazing in, since someone who did was asleep. Her face was turned toward me, but half of it was obscured by her raven straight hair. Every time she exhaled, a few stray strands fluttered.

I peered at my phone, dismayed to find no notifications, and I wasn't sure why. I anticipated to find my inbox overflowing. But then I realized that yesterday was Friday, no one was even up at this hour. Everyone was either recovering from a hangover or still on a one-night stand.

I turned off the phone and reached back over to set it on the table. I lay down, expecting to sleep in, but my eyes didn't seem heavy. I felt productive instead. Maybe I could start breakfast early.

As I gently rolled over to face Mateo, I realized that I was supposed to speak with her about going to the community center.

The last thing I wanted was to mix with other spouses and chat about wives' issues. I knew they were all experienced wives, but I felt compelled to interact for a few hours. To view new walls and such.

I softly hopped out of bed and slipped down the stairs. The early sun shone through the thin curtains, giving the home a wonderful Saturday morning shine. I decided to open the slide door leading to the backyard and pool to allow in some fresh air, but not a single leaf on Nat's little palm tree moved.
Only wooden slatted fence panels kept Nathalie and Spartan out of my property. I could hear Nat's wonderful hum, and if I hadn't seen her ghostly white dress through the fence's gaps, I'd mistake it for a bluebird tweeting. I walked out of the house, maneuvered to the edge of the pool, and approached her side.

"Psst!" I called. Her humming came to an abrupt halt, nearly in the throat. Her head scouted upwards, like an inquisitive squirrel. A smile as brilliant as the sun spread across her face. She offered a lengthy wave, causing her white summer dress to flutter at the hem.

"I was just watering these babies before I jog over," She smiled, gently tilting the water can, and water rained on the fresh white daisies nestled in the corner near the fence.

"Great; I was going to cook pancakes."

"Mhmm. I love pancakes." She gave a cheer.

Something came to me, and I wondered whether I was asking her for too much. For the past three days, all I've done is ask and request. I wonder whether she'll become weary of this. Ugh! Why do you care? I'll just find someone else who is as willing as she is to do it. Then. There were not many people like Nathalie.

Her head lifted from the flowers, giving me another smile.

Her white dress reminded me that I should have talked about it with Mateo when the tip of her cock was in me. While on her, she appeared vulnerable. As if I could ask for everything in the world, and she would give it to me. Now I have no idea what mood she will be in when she wakes up.

"Nats?" I spoke above her hum.

"Yes," Her response sounded similar to Disney princess Snow White. I must remember to commend her on it sometime.

"Do you think you could do anything for me?" I smiled the widest.

"Anything,"

"Do you think you could persuade Mateo that I could join you at the community thingy? Please?" I squeezed the "please" in for good luck.

However, it did not work, and her brightness changed into a rainy frown. "I'm not sure, Mateo is really scary...and attractive." She added so as not to insult me. I would not be. Mateo was frightening.

"Come on, Nats. Please. If I am there you will not feel left out. Because you will have me to talk to."

"I definitely doubt that," she responded, striding over to me with the can in her hand. "Once you tell them you're a wife, they'll grab you, and I'll be pushed to the side again." She groaned regretfully and lowered her head.

"I'll drag you in with me. I'll even tell them you are the second soon-to-be bride."

Her head suddenly jerked up. "Is that even the correct thing to say? Doesn't it sound quite taboo?"

"We live in a forbidden world. Please do this for me." I begged from the bottom of my heart. My pleas remind me of how I used to ask my mother to let me go to the casino on Friday nights when I was 16.

"Alright, I'll try. But your wife is rather terrifying..."

"...but hot. I understand." I devoured the words straight from her mouth. "Come over when you are finished."
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I slammed a nearly burned pancake onto the stack of bad pancakes in front of me. With no pancake mix on hand, the kitchen was a complete disaster.

I had to start from scratch. This includes listening to YouTuber Chef Kenny once again.

She, along with Nathalie, make cooking seem simple. I groaned as the burn fragrance became too strong to inhale. I raised the side of the pancake to reveal a burnt black. My eyes widen with shock. I had just poured the stupid mixture in.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings.

"It is open! Come in!" I granted Nathalie permission. The door opened, and her joyous footstep danced through the kitchen. Her rose perfume was slightly fighting the charred smell. But not for long, her voice whined.

"What's burning?"

"Pancake." I said sheepishly as I pulled the saucepan from the flame, but the pancake continued to burn. "Help!" I shouted.

She hurries over, takes the handle, and places it in the sink. She turns on the water, and smoke thickens in the air. As if things couldn't get much worse, the smoke detector began to go off. The thunderous alarm rang out. Causing terror to sweep through me. With composure, Nats bypassed me and proceeded to seize the stool, dragging it across the kitchen. She stood on it and approached the detector. Soon enough, the sounds faded, leaving behind a silent yet shrieking reverberation in my mind.

"Never again!" I said, attempting to spread the smoke.

"Things could have been worse. Luckily, it didn't ring long enough to summon the fire brigade. So all good."

I heard anxious footsteps rushing down the stairs and into the kitchen. Mateo looked between Nats and myself. She gives a little sigh of relief when she realizes everything is well, but her head lifts and she glares.

"What were you all doing?" She sharply inquired.

Nats leaped, almost behind me. I rolled my eyes. "I was trying to make your disgusting smelly breakfast!" I shouted.

Her gaze softens, and she nods. I stood there perplexed since she did not respond to my words. That uneasiness lingered in the air like the heavy layer of smoke while the YouTube video continued to play. I sighed and turned aside.

"Be careful next time." I nearly didn't hear her say it. I give a ghostly grin and nod my head.

"Did you use the appropriate amount of oil or nonstick frying pan?" Nathalie asked. I glanced at her, not understanding what she was saying. After turning off the water, she grabbed the pot, water, and soaking wet pancake and placed them in the sink.

"This isn't a frying pan. This is a saucepan. Frying pans are flat."

"Pans are Pans."

"They aren't," Mateo concluded.

"Oops," I shrugged brazenly. I could care less. I simply wanted to be kind and get Mateo on her good side. I cast a brief glance across to her. She was now at the refrigerator, and she took out a tray of eggs.

She didn't seem grumpy, so I might be able to pop the question.

I looked across at Nathalie. "I'll ask now, and if she answers no, we can start convincing. Got it?"

She nodded.