Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 29

Chapter 29
Stella POV

Nathalie and I were seated behind a couple other wives. I had a tiny paper plate full with cupcakes and cookies, along with a can of beer. Nathalie had water instead.
I find myself looking for for two people: Spartan and Taylor. They were either not present or were playing outdoors with the other residents. A handful of the women seemed young, and I wouldn't say much about what was going on with their bodies. Most appeared to be in need of exercise.

I hated to think I'd look like that in the following few years. I assumed childbearing had a lot to do with it.

"How do you like the community so far? I understand it might be dull. Given that you are from the city." Novallet asked. She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties. She has an 8-year-old kid. I did not know much. I couldn't learn about their personal lives while retaining all housewives' names.

"It's ok. Nats has been keeping me company. How do you know I am from the city?" I didn't live in the city, but it was close enough that I could see my father's sky-rise casino and hotel from the windswept hills.

"You look different. You appeared out of place. I know these little, dull gatherings aren't your thing.

It was not. I enjoy loudness and excitement.

I like vodka over beer. I like edibles rather than stupid cob scout-looking cookies.

"I am married, therefore this is my life now." I replied, glancing down at my can of beer. I despise the bland taste in my mouth; even energy drinks have more balls than this.

"Well, if that makes you feel better. We have a few events around here. Without children, of course. But its mostly in the summer when we send the kids to camping."

"Really? What is that?" I inquired, curious. Summer was around two months away. I believe I could cling on to what they have.

"We spend one week clubbing, another week going to the casino, and staying in adult hotels." She laughed with excitement.

However, I believe that form of fun just scratches the surface of all fun. We're talking about house parties where live sex scenes take place on the nearby couch.

A faint smile appeared on my lips as I realized that I might have to put that ridiculous existence on hold. Mateo would never have permitted it. She hardly wanted me to come here. My gaze shifted outdoors, and I noticed her standing—not by herself.

My eyes narrowed to get a better look at the woman with black hair and pink highlights. Her green highlights and her hatred for Mateo are the only things that set her apart from one of my buddies.

So she wouldn't be standing there feeling her big arms.

However, I couldn't bring myself to care just yet. They were in the open, so nothing could happen. I nodded in agreement with what the other housewives were saying, but my gaze kept drifting outside to Mateo and this mysterious woman.

She seemed to be about Nat's and my age. She appeared unattached and free, because a married lady would not be all over another married woman.

"Who is that? Do you know her? I tap Nats on the thighs and point outdoors. Her eyes were squashed, much like mine, and they widened when she realized who it was.

"That is Remi."

"That's Remi," I mocked. "I don't want to know her name; I want to know her past, Nat."

"She's simply flirting. There's nothing to worry about."

"Just a flirt; nothing to worry about. Don't swing in the sam—" When Spartan appeared, I cut the reason short with a smirk. "I figured he'd never arrive," His body vanished down the lone hallway.

"Who?"

"Do not worry about it. Stay." I muttered to Nats as I dashed off the couch. He was nearly at the door. Damn, he walks quickly.

"Hey!" I shouted the loudest I could. When his hand was ready to push the door, his head jerked around. His eyes are covered by the baseball cap he wears.

He remained still, but as I approached, he hurriedly shook his head and slid his body through the barely open glass door. I was left to go after him. He should be lucky; I was looking for some drama. Everything was pretty uninteresting here. I need to have fun.

"Hey! Stop!" I screamed after the frantic. However, it appeared that my commands had trapped him in the concrete, as he came to a halt without turning around. I approached him, placing my palm on his furious racing heart.

"Hey!"

"I am not doing this. Your wife, whatever she is, will—"

"She is not here."

Hearing this appeared to settle him down a little; his short breath of relief struck my face, and I regretted trying to exploit him. However, I didn't see anyone else looking like Mateo, and Spartan wasn't one of them. However, considering Mateo's feelings for him, it will suffice.

"I'm sorry about my wife. She can be a genuine splinter in your finger." My hand moves tauntingly down his chest and into his somewhat soft belly. So he wasn't working with a six-pack, just powerful arms.

"She's terrifying," He chuckled nervously. I backed up slightly to avoid the punching fragrance of his mouth, but it did not work as well as I had hoped.

"What did she say?"

"You know threats that make a grown man cry."

I laughed, but it immediately faded when I couldn't see him chuckle. Did he cry? "I'm sorry," I say half-heartedly. Did he actually cry?

"She even tell me to get my breath and face in check before I think about holding a girl like that."

My cheeks flushed, a giggle threatening to burst out but I forced it down. "She just doesn't have any filters. I think you're hot." I reached out again, taunting him. I curled my lips seductively while staring at him.

He chuckled again, unable to communicate. "Tell me, Spartan, do you think I'm hot?" I took my hand away and spun on the spot like a dancer.

I gripped onto the hem of my skirt, elevating it just enough to show him my little shorts.

"Do you like what you see?" I sheepishly bat my eyelashes at him. "I dress like this because I want to see you." I slide my fingertips across my lovely flesh. However, the attempt to seduce him was destroyed by a clean throat. I turned to face Taylor. Her gaze focused on my clothes.

"That is not the color," she yelled. Her eyes moved from my attire to Spartan, and she smiled widely. Nobody appeared to mind, and her eyes were the only ones staring at my attire with such intensity. If she hadn't said it, I wouldn't have recalled that I wasn't dressed to impress.


Her eyes narrowed back on me and my misfit outfit. "That can't be in the yearbook."

"That's the problem, Granny; I wasn't attempting to make the books. Don't you see two adults talking? Get lost."

She gasped, unable to find words to speak. "You are not permitted in the photographs."

"Fine with me." I turned to face Spartan. His eyes were studying me through the cap's visors. "Where we were?"

"Bitch," she snarled loudly for my ears to hear as she maneuvered by, a large gear bag hanging off her side, jiggling in her wake.

"She is a good woman. She just needs—"

"Would you like to sleep with me?" I interrupted him.

Taylor was last week news. It was lovely to see her in her all-white tennis outfit.

"Ah..." He blows in, and I swiftly turn my face as he exhales deeply. "I don't know?"

"Don't be a shy boy. You wanted to fuck," I murmured, giving him another look as I twisted. "You like my body. I think it's the sexiest thing around here." I talked with arrogance. "It is tight... I'm bite-sized and readily tossed about. I can do anything you want." I return to running my hands over my body, much like his eyes. I know he couldn't resist for long. Men.

"You're such a bad girl."

I grinned, turned around, and lifted my skirt, exposing my barely covered ass. He reached out to touch, but I firmly smacked his hands away. "Just look, don't touch...yet," my smirk grew. I made a fist with my ass cheek. It was not much. But confidence works.

"You want to spank my ass. I'm a naughty girl. Do you want to spank me as I ride that huge cock?" It looks small. Fat cock, much Mateo always tend to indent on any close as if it angry at being covered up.

He whimpered as he grasped his pants and squeezed his nearly nonexistent cock. I giggled, enjoying how he was flowing into me.

I gently turned and ran my hands over my body. "This is just between you and me, okay?"

His gaze roves down to my legs, clearly not paying attention to what I say.

"Look up here, boy!" I nearly snapped. He cleared his throat, peering into my eyes.

"Are you going to dream about this tonight? How you wish you can touch this?" My hands moved to my prohibited region, and I gripped it. He moaned while kneading his crotch. He nodded slowly.

"You want to feel it, right?" Before I hiked the skirt higher and reached to poke fun at my shorts, I took a quick glance around the aperture to make sure no one was looking. However, Mateo's yell causes both of us to regain our professional composure.

"You mentioned she wasn't here,"

"Oops!"

I noticed a few people trailing out of the building; Nathalie was desperately trying to keep up with her. When Spartan saw she was heading directly for him, he began to move away. I pushed myself in front of her, but she pushed me to the side like a chess piece.

"What do I tell you about my wife?" Her feet jogged twice, and she was able to catch up with Spartan.

"I'll beat you to a pulp!"