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I can control my destiny, but not my fate. Destiny means there are opportunities to turn right or left, but fate is a one-way street. I believe we all have the choice as to whether we fulfil our destiny, but our fate is sealed. -Paulo Coelho
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MJ grumbled in annoyance as another knock was heard from the front door of her apartment.
For the last minute there was someone constantly knocking on her door as she tried her best to quickly get out of the shower.
"I said I was coming!" she yelled, trying to hold up her towel around her body.
She didn't have a clue who could be bothering her at eight in the morning.
MJ shook her head at another knock being heard. She clutched her towel tight around her body, walking towards the door.
She didn't have time to put on any clothes.
"Who is knocking at my door—" she paused, with the door now ajar.
Of course. She thought.
"Well Good Morning to you too, honey."
MJ rolled her eyes at Peter standing there on her door mat with a smirk plastered on his face.
Did he have to be so annoying?
"What are you even doing here at my apartment early in the morning?"
Peter's eyes focused on her face. He didn't want her to think he was only staring at her in a towel. Even though that was all he could think about.
"Don't you remember love? About our deal yesterday?"
She remembered clearly but she just still couldn't come to terms about her agreement to go along with this outrageous deal.
"Deal. What deal?" she mocked.
Peter clicked his tongue, "Haha, you almost got me there." finally Peter stepped into her apartment inviting himself inside.
MJ quickly shut the door behind him, "Did I invite you into my home?" she asked turning to face him again giving him a glare.
Peter smile slightly risen, "Yet instead of kicking me out you closed the door shut."
MJ rolled her eyes at him. He did have a point but she didn't feel like giving him a response.
"Stay here so I can finish getting ready," MJ told Peter before heading back to her room, "And don't touch anything!" she yelled out from behind her closed room door.
Peter chuckled but waved her off. He stood in the middle of the living room alone looking around. Her apartment was quite small which made sense since she lived by herself. There wasn't any pictures hanging around in her apartment which struck curiosity in Peter.
Did she not have any family? Any friends? He thought.
There were no decorations in her home yet it still gave Peter a warm home feeling. It was strange. Everything smelled of lavender mixed with cinnamon. It was a weird combination but Peter enjoyed the new smell. Sweet but Spicy, it was a nice scent.
He began to walk around the living area into the kitchen. The sink was clear, no dishes were placed in the sink. Even though her apartment wasn't the nicest Peter did noticed the place was spotless. Like MJ had just moved into the place not long ago.
Everything was organized and tidy. No trace of any creativity or any memories.
MJ had nothing in her home that he could figure out who she was as a person and that thought made Peter a little frustrated. And he hated that feeling. She was the only girl he couldn't figure out. She was different. She was a puzzle.
Maybe the deal could help him get to know her better. And by the end of the year Peter was determined to figure everything about MJ.
"Alright I'm ready to go."
Peter sturred out his train of thoughts to face MJ.
She stood dressed in only blue jeans and a plain black hoodie paired with her worn out white converse. Her brown curly hair spiral out of control from the recent shower she had taken but yet it still made her brown skin glow, her brown eyes sparkle. If Peter were to stare any longer he could make out the thickness of her eyelashes.
He was never attracted to women with brown eyes but something about hers made him want to stare into them all day long.
"Are you okay?" MJ suddenly asked. Peter was staring at her weirdly and it made her feel uneasy. It made her stomach fluster.
Peter only gave her a short nod in response then his eyes landed on the huge suitcase standing beside her. "Why are you bringing a suitcase?" he questioned with a lifted eyebrow.
"Well clearly I'm moving in with you so I have to bring my clothes with me." she replied in a monotone.
"Oh no, I have everything you'll need at my home." Peter said reaching to grab her suitcase but before he could she pulled it out of his reach.
MJ shook her head, "Not happening, I should be allowed to bring my own belongs with me." she told him standing in front of her suitcase out of his view.
Peter gave her a slight glare taking a step closer. "My house my rules." his thick accent surfaced in his words.
Though MJ wasn't intimidated by his cold gesture standing in front of her. If he was trying to get her to back down he would have to try a lot harder than that.
"You need me do you not?" MJ smirked taking another small step closer, "Well I also need my belongings like you need me."
They stood so close together Peter could see the fire in her eyes. He could tell she was a woman to never say no to.
He let out a deep chuckle making MJ's heart accelerate. "I could replace you quicker than you could snap your fingers."
MJ's eyes narrowed, she knew he could replace her in a heartbeat. Peter was practically the one in control here but she also knew he couldn't commit to his words. If it was really true he wouldn't have been so desperate to get her to sign the deal. She was his leverage and if she wanted to switch the game she could. It would only cost her a couple of billions of dollars but money isn't the root of all problems.
"You need me and you know it." she said giving him a jab onto his chest,"so stop playing these childish games and let's get on with it." she huffed grabbing her suitcase and heading out the door.
Peter shook his head walking out after her. Everything was going to change, going to be different. And now Michelle Jones was known as his official'wife'.
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wow i finally updated. yeah lots of happened but i guess after this chapter we can get more into the 'drama' ;)
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