Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 39

Chapter 39
Stella POV

"Do we need to pin the clothes outside? Couldn't we have put them in the dryer?" I just wanted to have an easy wash day. I believed I could fit everything in. But Nats claimed it was an abomination. We had to spend time separating shirts from bottoms and determining whether or not the colors go well together.

I immediately wanted to employ a maid, but then I realized I was the maid. Forever.

Another load of laundry was washing in the washer while we were sweating in the scorching heat. While I was shielding and avoiding the sun. Nathalie, on the other hand, embraced it with open arms.
It leaves me torn between being irritated and fascinated because the sun is practically caressing her gorgeous skin.

"The clothing need nutrition from the sun."

My issue was settled when I chose to gaze at her as if she had finally lost her damned mind. She was doing an excellent job of pinning them out, whilst I simply handed her the clothes pin, which was oddly placed at our fingers for ease.

"The other batch goes into the dryer. Because how can non-living clothing absorb nourishment from the sun?"

She giggles. "You know," her sweet voice trailed off.

"No I don't, Nats."

"It helps to disinfect clothing. The ray, that is."

"No shit. So why did we wash them with soap? We should have just thrown the dang things on the line. Skip the washing procedure."

"Just have an open mind to the wonders that nature creates."

Its hard to hate this girl, yet easy. As I gazed at her, ideas began to enter my mind. Unholy. Intrusive ones. "Have you had a threesome before, Nats?"

I was certain that the sun didn't caused the delicate pink blush on her cheeks. She shakes her head. Have you?

"No,"

I decided to toy with her a bit. She couldn't be my friend without getting placed in the hot seat, at least once.

"Would you like to do a threesome?"
Contrary to my query, she forcefully coughed. "No..." However, when her gaze went towards me, she altered direction. "Yes..."

I wanted to laugh. However, considering the expression on her face, I doubt she would find it hilarious. I looked down at my feet, puzzled, to see that I was barefoot on the grass, which didn't feel too horrible. I run my toes through nature's green hair.

"Who would you do it with?" I inquired.

"I do not have many people in my life. So the only people I think I can do it with are you and Mateo?" My eyes widened when I noticed an earthworm creeping only inches away from my toes.
But her words shocked me so much that I was unable to shout in terror.

"Mateo has a dick." I didn't know what I was saying, and it left me bewildered. It was most likely due to the clear reality that Nats knew nothing about what was going on in the world. She was essentially trapped in her rainbow prison, munching cookies and obsessing on a boy next door with horrible breath.

"Does she?" I could hear the bewilderment.

"Hmmmmm. Would you still do her?" I bite my lip while staring at her.

"Is it big?" I was going through more shock than I could handle. "I prefer it huge,"

"So Spartan's big? Because I see nothing."

"He is medium. He makes excellent use of it."
"She is large. Questionable big?"

"Why questionable?"

"I am a virgin. I have felt the tips. I'm not sure I want it in."

She giggled. "But you want to experience that. You want it. What female doesn't fantasize of being ravished by a monster?"

I giggled as I decided to tell her about how I imagined Mateo breeding me.
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To my surprise, the day passed quickly, and I found myself in bed. Mateo hadn't finished up in the office yet. Normally she would, but she appeared to have more work than normal. I feel compelled to keep her company.
However, it's possible that she wouldn't want me there as I would inevitably do something that would irritate her.

To fill the time, I decided to continue with the text messages.

Khan: she just slap this in our face
Khan: and don't even explain shit smh
Hannah: I'm talking about the jerk she married.
Ember: a jerk indeed. A disturbing one.
Hannah: can't you stop saying disturbing. Its starting to sound disturbing
Ember: it is!!
Jan: oh
Jan: OH. OH. OH.
Jan: she married. To her. Its over for her.
Ember: disturbinggggggg
Khan: she just married out of the blue. Something up.

I choose to stop reading there. It was too much, and the majority of the messages were not as entertaining as I expected. I decided to text the back with a bit of my information, which may not be enough to satisfy their curiosity either way.

Me: hey
Me: nothing is up. I fell in love and decided to marry her.

I couldn't tell my extremely affluent friends that my father was going bankrupt, so he practically sold me to someone I despise so he and mom could enjoy a luxury lifestyle. I didn't really mind what they did. In the realm of the affluent, we don't really care. We constantly do things for the sake of advantages. As long as I benefit, I don't care if you die, become ill, or are happy.

Me: we've been dating secretly.
Me: end of story.
Me: how's everyone.

I stopped messaging once Mateo stepped in the door. Exhaustion definitely caused her shoulders to slump. I unexpectedly patted my side of the bed. She gazed at it.

"What is that?"

"Come here, you moron." I patted my side again. She brushed me off and took her top off.

"How was work?" I inquired.

"Hard, why did you ask?"

My mind became jumbled. Considering we were striving to loathe her throughout our marriage, if not just for a few years. But here I was, muddled, with my brain trying to destroy the part of me that cared.
I'm wondering whether the wife-ness rubbed off on me. The role of a wife is to provide care. To love. To stand by her husband—wife. And I felt every aspect of that role on me.

"Fuck you," I snarled. "I am going to bed." My brain won. However, as I lay down, I could feel that emotion crushing me like a compressor. I gently sat up and patted my side again.

"Ok," She knocked her shoes off, leaving them sitting there, and approached me. I make room for her to sit. I slithered onto her lap, my feet around her waist, and my hand immediately began rubbing her sore shoulder. My gaze shifted away from her face.

I could not look at her. It was better that I didn't. Why the hell was I touching her? She's wealthy; she should've arranged a massage session.

Strangely, I'm uneasy about how another lady feeling on her tight, yet silky skin. My two thumbs are softly massaging deep circles into her shoulder bones. She has a gorgeous lip. Beautiful nose.

My lips parted slightly as I felt her hands on my waist, holding me glued in her lap.

"Nathalie would want to do a threesome. You can, if you wish." I wasn't sure why I was offering her that option. Perhaps I want to hear what she said.

"I don't entertain other women."

"I assumed you wanted to do it?"

"I didn't. I meant to make you jealous."

I scoffed. "Well, I didn't become jealous."

"Of course you did. You should have seen how your eyes clouded."

"It didn't."

"The point is. No threesomes, orgies, or cheating."

"Do anything you want. It's simply a contract.

She carefully holds my hand, preventing it from relaxing her not-so-tense shoulders. I suppose the massage was effective.

"No cheating. No threesome. No orgies. We shall honor this marriage, real or not." Our eyes met for the first time since she entered. The pure silver did something to me. That is all I will say. It accomplished something; the rest was up to me and my thoughts.
My lips parted to say something idiotic to set her off, but all I got was a nod of my head.

"I am going to take a shower. "Thank you for the massage." She kissed my cheeks too gently for my liking.

Where's the grip throat?

Where is the shove me over on the bed?

Do something, you fool!

Do something that will make her angry!

She's heading to the restroom!

Quick!

However, I was unable to accomplish anything. I slid back onto the bed, a beautiful grin on my lips. I'm feeling foggy. I rolled over onto her pillow. My head became inebriated with the aroma, so I forcefully clutched it to force more of her into my nostrils. I couldn't have enough. I certainly despise her.