Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 34

Chapter 34
Stella POV


I chose to meet my mother at the end of the road for our chat. How she manages to trail the glass with wine in her hands is beyond me. Her swollen lips engulfed the rim of the glass.

"Did you get Lip implants again?" I inquired, my gaze drawn to the unusually crimson lips. Where they were intended to look like that? They didn't look so swollen the last time, at the church. That was a week ago.
She nodded meekly, knowing precisely what I was about to chastise her over. It appeared like I was the mother and she was the 25-year-old girl.

"I told you no more. Your lips were okay."
"Oh, quiet. They appear a little thin." She complained. I stared down at the gorgeous pavement slob, my slippers banging away at it. "Don't be a downer. Last one, I swear."

"It's harmful." I returned my attention to her lips, which appeared to be kissed by a hornet.

"I see you have been busy." She jumped ship amid the scold. Her dark eyes are currently on my hickeys. "Sucking and smiling,"

I was growing weary of hearing that term. "I am smiling," I said.

"I'm hoping to see a baby. By next month, you should be pregnant."

"I am not a bunny mom. I don't just poke and have children."

"With a physique as rich as hers. You need to fasten the luggage."
"I've already secured the luggage." I said. There was virtually a renewal Contract between us—"Mom, did you happen to know that the contract was a renewal form?"

She didn't respond. In actuality, I could tell she was aware of the renewal by the way she almost spat the wine back into her glass and the grimace on her face.

"This is my life, mother. After ten years, that was it. Now there's a good possibility she'll renew it."

She snatched the wine away from her lip, and then put it on her arm and glaring at me. "She looks lovely and has money; who wouldn't want to be glued to her side?"

"Me, Mom!" I shouted, my feet banging harder against the pavement. "I don't like her."

Her gaze returned to the hickeys, causing my skin to flush. I, for the love of my life, can't get enough of our closeness, but it doesn't mean I like her or want to spend my entire life with her.

"I'm miserable, Mom. I am a city girl. I want to be a whore by the age of 30 and high on drugs. When I'm 50, I might settle down." I didn't mean that.

Her fingers sank into me, dragging me closer. "You hold a title. Many girls desire this title. They are on their hands and knees, begging a wealthy man or woman to help them up. To be just home having babies. Do not squander this!" Her eyes convey a strong sincerity.
"It's hard," I murmured, practically in tears. I don't know how to care for anyone other than myself. Mateo does not consume snacks or drink outside. I do. If we have a baby, I can't give it chips and energy drinks—common logic.

"What you do is learn how to be a wife." From start, my mom wasn't forced to play wife. Growing up, Nanny Michelle was my part-time mother. I only start getting my mothers love when I was swimming around age 16. By that time, I'd want to go to the casino and flirt with boys. I wasn't interested in her love. It would be too cringe.

I want the life my mother has. Maids. Every night is spent in the casino. Wearing pricey clothing.
possess a husband for whom I seldom feel any emotion. I don't understand why she forced this monotonous existence on me when she didn't want it in the first place.

"I can't see me nailing down another Friday night." I must agree that last Friday night was exciting, but I doubt it will be again.

"I want you to secure the bag containing a lifetime of money." She spoke, looking like an enraged piranha with puffed lips.

"Daddy business is going well, and he—"

"Your father is broke. Skeleton broke. There's no money and a lot of loans to repay. This is why we ask you to do this. She is effectively paying us to have you."

My brows furrowed with awareness.
First, I wasn't naturally blonde, so I wasn't dumb, and second, they sold me to this woman. "How much?" My eyes are weeping profusely.

"Stop being a cry baby?" She sneered at the rim of her glass.

"How much, Mom!" I screamed out in frustration. I was. They sold me to her. Couldn't they have sold me to someone who would have thrown me in a house with a fucking maid? I violently pushed my hair back. I might simply color it to the natural state.

"How much!"

"Five hundred thousand every month. Which equates to 6 million every year."

"Why couldn't you have sold me to someone else. Someone who truly loves me."

"She loves you."

"You blind inflated mole rate." I insulted my own mother out of fury. All those years of being angry at her are finally spilling out. "You fucking... couldn't you have paired me..."

"She loves you!" Her voice carried across the deserted suburbs. I was sure there were a few eyes on us. I could sense them. But I could care-less. What I cared about was how my mother hurled me to the lioness. She could have thrown me to a compassionate lion.

"It's not an attractive sight with her." Mateo is attractive. Sexy. Every-girl-want-her beautiful. She was on a bachelorette show, for Christ's sake. But what we had was sheer lust. How long will the fountain last? Not long.
I'll give it by the end of the year. She would become bored of me.

"Look at your neck."

"It is simply sex. It's not love. It's not loyalty. Have you never heard of simple, old, normal sex mom?"

"We need money, Stella. Stop acting selfishly. What type of daughter would you be to make your father crawl on his lips?"

"What about my life, Mom?" As I looked down, my tears saturated the concrete. "What about me?" what about me! what about me! What is going to happen to me?" I bombarded her.

"I don't know!"

"You are the self-absorbed and selfish one, mom."

"Your Father—"

"Don't use my father. You could have at least paired me with someone who loves me." I kept countering with just one sentence. Even if she intended to sell me. Do it better.

"Now I'm trapped with her." I scowled at the woman, who appeared unconcerned as she sipped her wine. I hope she choked on it.

"The next appointment should focus on you announcing your pregnancy." She spoke of my life like another business.

"That's too quick!" I cried. This woman caused a flood of emotions to hit me. It's more than I can bear. I was not an emotional person. I was laid back. Lazy. Whatnot.

"It's just one baby. If she wants more, so be it."

"Do I look like a breeder, or whatever it is called?" I snapped effortlessly. I enjoy the idea of her come overflowing my intestines, but I don't want to watch my stomach enlarge every month with her sperm. I think I'm going crazy. I can't do it. I clutch my head and shake it. I can't!

"Let me get things straight. Cook. Clean. Wash. Breed. Is that how my life is now?" My eyes widened as I realized she didn't need to answer. However, I noticed her head slowly nodding. I shifted my body aside to avoid looking at her. More tears are coming.

"Ok,"

"Ok?" She questioned, not sure what my 'ok' meant.

I turned back around.

"I murder her if she renews the contract. By then, she could have me in her inheritance."

"Don't think too much ahead. What if you fall in love with her?"

"No. Absolutely not. "Love is not in this for us." We grueled too much. She is controlling. I'm too free-spirited. We'll never work.

"Give her a try."

I can't!