Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 40

Chapter 40
Stella POV

It was Friday. The weeks pass quickly. Mateo and I hadn't argued once. And I despised it. I detest not experiencing that tension. But I loved having the freedom to go to the casino with my mother.

I decided to bring Nathalie along and call my close friends, but none of them responded. I didn't mind because everyone was busy with their life, but I had a feeling they were upset with me.

Nathalie's dress was unsuitable for the casino industry. She chose to wear a sunflower dress, which made her seem 14 years old. I assumed she'd choose for something sensuous and revealing.

But something tells me she did not have that fashion sense.

As I was ready to enter the car, I felt a hand around my waist, yanking me away. Rather of being shocked to see Mateo, I felt irritated by her outfit.

"You better go to the office." I let out a roar.

"I'm going to the casino, and you're driving with me."

"No, I am not."

Yes! That tension is rising!

I was about to climb inside my mother car when I felt my feet lift off the ground, and for a brief moment I thought I had grown wings, but then... I felt a tight tug around my waistline. What was her problem?

"I don't want you to leave my sight for a single moment."
I felt my ass being graced by the soft seat of her car. I folded my arms, angry expression on my face. I rolled the windows down. "Help Mom!" I shouted.

"See you at the casino." she replied, driving away.

Of course, she'd be OK with this crazy.

"You couldn't simply let me go without you getting in my fucking asshole?" I shouted.

"I do not trust you."

"That makes two of us." I snapped.

"Well, you shouldn't mind me being there. We both up each other's assholes." She said angrily as she slowly reversed. On the way out, I noticed Spartan crawling from his home.
But Mateo also appeared to have caught sight of him, as she swiftly halted the vehicle and yanked off her seatbelt in preparation to dance into action.

I grabbed her. "No, we're not doing this." Her chest lifted, making it appear that her black top would be ripped off.

"He owes me a fist in his fucking face. I promise I won't hit him that hard. He won't die, but he might be eating grass for a while."

"Let us simply go." My gaze shifted across to a terrified Spartan. Poor foul breath dude. God help him with his awful breath.

Mateo gave him one more glance before aggressively reversing the vehicle out of the driveway.
"You better not flirt with no guy at the casino. Otherwise, I will burn the place down with everyone inside."

I smirked. I was absolutely going to flirt with every man I saw. I want to watch her burn it down. I challenge her to. It's a challenge, then.
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This was home. Hearing the gaming machines ring and sound off brings back memories of home. It looks like home. With so many people going about, ready to fling it all away, regret it, but would do it again if they could. This was home. With all of the men's eyes on me, allowing me to take it all in.

I smirked, pushed my shoulders up with a loud confident voice, my fingers went for the end of my dress, and I was ready to run away. However, the devil holds me back, my wife. As she forced me to stare into her eyes, I almost lost a second home.

"What!" I yelled over the noisy machine, chatting, and music. Her expression was plenty to communicate.

"I will be a good girl. Let me go." I responded, removing my arm from her grasp. However, she hangs out. Throughout the car trip, she yelled irritating rules. Rules I was not going to follow.

"Do not screw yourself, Stella."

"I won't."
"You screw yourself, and I fucking choke you, so don't let me crack. " "I detest snapping." Her fingers bleat over my brows. "You constantly bring out the worst aspects of me. Why?"

"I do not know. Let go." I felt like an animal that wanted to run free. She groaned and reluctantly let me go.