Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 38

Chapter 38
Stella POV

It was Monday, and I was back in my maid outfit. I despised the material against my flesh. Despite the fact that I have always worn short dresses. I loathe the heels that come with it. I wasn't even twenty minutes in when I kicked them off, and they ended up somewhere sad.

My phone was on the countertop, but I hadn't yet reached out to check my messages. I could see my friends' furious and anxious messages in the notification box. I actually get to read one. And I knew reading all of their messages was going to be a bomb.

I coolly flipped the pancake over to the other side.
Instead of burned crisp, I was met with a light brown color. I couldn't help but jump, pleased of myself.

The coffee was being prepared. Both the eggs and the pancakes were cooked to perfection. I was getting the hang of it. Before switching my focus to my phone, I made sure the heat was turned down and the oil level was correct.

My fingers swiftly jumped over my password and found my messages.

Hannah: You fuckin liar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hannah: is she serious guys. Her!
Ember: very disturbing.
Hannah: more than disturbing

I was immediately busting up after only a few of the messages. I place my phone down and return to the stove. This multitasking thing was working better than I expected. I stack the last pancake to create the ideal tower. Now I needed to shatter it. I reached for the tray, which held the dish of eggs. I build a newer tower. A shorter one. I then filled her cup with coffee and strode up the stairs. After that, I did washing, and before I knew it, it was lunch and supper time. When will I get a fucking break? Never. Perhaps it was better that I went out into the fields and worked my ass off.

I pushed her door open.

When she saw the platter in my hands, she appeared stunned. However, her face dropped swiftly, and she told me where to place it. I set it in front of her, and she took up her coffee without a word. The wince on her face when she take a sip caused my wonderful little smile to plummet.

"It's not stir."

This bitch!

I huffed as I picked up the spoon that sat near the cup of coffee. Her eyes were fixed on the dish, attempting to evaluate all she could. In this scenario, she began with her "unstirred" coffee. I mixed it before scooping up a spoonful and flashing it on her thighs.

"Whoops," I tried not to laugh as she jumped from the heat that seared her skin through the suit.
She scowled, her muscles twitching with displeasure. She initiated it.

"You know, I really ought to consider hitting you. But, considering how much you may have enjoyed the assault, I believe punishment is more appropriate."

I licked my lips with ecstasy when I heard the word punishment. It was also good. "What kind of punishment are you thinking about?"

She leaned back, an odd expression on her face. "I might take your privileges. You know where you don't believe you have any freedom. Maybe I should take it seriously."

I huffed, feeling ready to kneel. My fingers flutter in an attempt to erase my pass error. "I was only joking."
"One flash closer and it would have burnt my dick off, lady. And you were only joking?"

"Yes,"

"Well, I do not consider that as a joke." She spoke while she sipped her coffee. She has a great expression on her face. Her gaze turned back to the tray. "Did you put poison in it? Since you have that passionate expression on your face."

"I'm simply glad I got the pancakes correct."

She looked at the meal with no intention of trusting it. I groaned as I picked up the fork and took a piece of pancake and egg together. She stared carefully, perhaps expecting to see me fall to the floor. But as the second pass came and she saw nothing, she exhaled with relief.

"Even if it contained poison, I would have eaten it. I simply want your mouth water on my fork," she murmured with a delighted smile that ultimately pulled her lips.

"Would it be possible for me to invite my friends over?" I asked. I never remember needing to ask my parents whether friends could come over, but then again, I don't recall having much regard for them. I wouldn't say I have much regard for Mateo, but considering what we share—ah! I HAVE RESPECT FOR HER!

I couldn't be seen slacking in my hatred for anything like this. "My friends are coming over, perhaps this weekend." I altered my route.

She lifted a challenging brow. "What do you think? No one save our parents and Nathalie entered that door."

I like how she includes Nathalie in the group of persons who might enter our home.

"They're coming to deal with it."

"You bring them here, and I call the cops because they are trespassing. I'll let Nathalie play my terrified wife. She'll do a fantastic job of seeming afraid. Because the poor girl constantly seems afraid." Her brows furrowed in confusion as she said. She sipped mindlessly from her coffee. "I wonder why?" I don't believe she intended for the question to come out.

"Because you terrified her and everyone else in my life. And simply life in general, really."

To my amazement, her expression of perplexity changed to one of pride. She seemed to take pride in her role as the evil. "Good," she remarked, setting down her coffee and taking a large bite of the dry pancake.

"Sweet. I like it. But no friends over."

I decided to back down. I've chosen tranquility for this Monday. But I was inclined to pour the remaining tea into her cock and watch it boil and burn.