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Changing Your Fate. 2
It took less than 20 minutes to reach his home. Tucked up high on the hill, not too many neighbors, a national forest behind him, the ocean in front. It was a good location to keep to himself and keep an eye on his surroundings. Punching in the gate code, he finished his way up the driveway. Entering the garage, shutting it before he got out of the vehicle. He looked over to his right, and the young woman was still out. Good, I don't want to have to snap your pretty neck before we get inside. He came around to her side of the SUV, gently lifting her out. As he entered his home, he didn't know where to put her. On my bed, or couch? He made the decision to place her on the couch. After the events of tonight, waking up in a stranger's bed, that might have negative effects. He was already going to give her an ultimatum.
Thinking this, Wo Fat sat down in the chair beside the couch. He was going to keep an eye on his little blonde prize. Am I really wanting to take on the obligation as husband? He knew that once he opened that door, and she agreed, she would be his, only his, and he would be hers. Could I honestly give that to someone? Wo Fat was not a stranger to the underbelly of society, what he does remember from his parents, that once you entered into marriage, it was sacred. You can do a lot of things in this life, but never dishonor your marriage.
Musing through his thoughts, he made that decision that if she were to agree it would be a true marriage, he may not love her, but he would respect her.
Oh my head. Why does everything hurt? Charlotte was slowly coming back from the dead. Moving her hands to her head, she rubbed her temple. Owwww…. Why does it hurt? As soon as she asked her question in her head, the memories came flooding in like a damn strobe light. Jerking herself up, causing her to get a little dizzy. She finally was able to focus on the room. Where am I? Her eyes darted around the room, landing on that Asian guy from the alley. Instantly she froze. Staring into his almost black eyes, she saw a smirk on his face. If she wasn't in such a precarious position, she might have slapped it off his face. Then again, probably not, he's a fucking ninja.
Wo Fat watched her come to, not saying anything, he figured he would let her orient herself before anything else would take place. When she finally started to look around he was taken back on how quickly she froze. Anybody else would be freaking out, crying, demanding answers, no not her, her eyes told that yes she wanted answers, her body recognized that she was not in any position to demand them. He couldn't help but smirk at her. What happened next was over as quickly as it started, he could see the urge she had to punch him. But again, her eyes and body understood that would not end well.
"Good evening Ms. Danvers. Feeling better?" he quipped.
Still trying to get her bearings, she eyed him, and quickly decided not to antagonize him, she wanted to live. Sitting a little straighter on the couch, she smoothed her hair down. "No, not really, I have a killer headache."
Nodding his understanding. She watched as he got out of the chair like a jungle cat. Crap. So, he was a ninja that moved like a cat, running was not happening.
He returned a moment later with a bottle of tylenol. Carefully taking them out of his hand, she popped the top and shook out 3. Just as she was about to ask for a drink he was standing next to her with an unopened bottle of water. Putting the pills into her mouth, and a quick drink from her bottle. She looked up at her savior/kidnapper person, "Thank you." She might be terrified, but she could still have manners.
Taking another sip of water, Charlotte looked down at herself and realized how filthy she was. Oh, what I wouldn't do for a shower and clean clothes.
Wo Fat watched her intently. He could tell she was unsure of what to do, but she kept herself composed. Never in his life has seen someone handle a situation so calmly unless otherwise trained. He saw her look down and shiver with disgust at how filthy she was. Making a decision to meet her cordialness with his own. "You look like you can go get cleaned up, I don't have anything specifically for you to put on but I would be willing to let you wear a t-shirt and a pair of my gym shorts."
I'm sorry, you want me to shower and wear you clothes?! No thank you. That's what she wanted to say, instead "That would be generous." What kind of twilight zone shit have I gotten myself into. Standing up carefully, she looked at him, waiting for him to lead the way.
He indicated to follow him, walking up the stairs to the master suite, he went to the closet and got the items he promised for her. He pointed to the bathroom, "You can shower and change in there, I have basic soaps for cleaning, nothing scented."
Carefully taking the clothes from his hands, she nodded. "Thank you, I don't need to smell of lilacs, any soap to get this grime off me is perfect."
Stepping around him, she headed to the bathroom. She carefully closed the door. She wanted to lock it, but she had a feeling that would piss him off greatly. Right now, she was going to do almost anything in her power to keep that ninja assassin calm, until she could get home. Quickly undressing, she turned the shower on, normally she would wait until it heated up, but she just wanted to get clean, and dressed quickly. Cold, cold, cold…. Damn…. On the shelf she saw the shampoos, and body wash. Grabbing the shampoo, dumped a bit in her hair, scrubbing the grime out, once the water ran clear, she reached for the body wash, not wanting to use his washcloth, using her hands soaped her whole body, once she was dirt free she turned off the water and stepped out. Drying herself in record time, looking for the clothes that he provided, she slipped on the shorts, and tied the internal string to keep them up, and slipped on the t-shirt. Thankfully it was black, so it wouldn't show her wet breasts. Yea not completing a wet t-shirt contest. Survive, go home. Forget this ever happened. Goals. She had them.
Not one to leave messes she cleaned up her mess, hanging the towel up, picking up her dirty clothes and folding them into each other, looking around making sure that the bathroom looked just as it did before she walked into it. Giving it another once over, feeling satisfied that she didn't leave a mess, Charlotte took a very deep breath, and opened the door.
Wo Fat watched her carefully step around him, and walk into the bathroom. He was surprised that she didn't lock the door. Not one to think of why, he walked into his closet, and took off his suit, hanging up the pants and jacket, placing the dress shirt into the hamper, he put on some workout clothes. Black shorts, and a black t-shirt. Once he was done, he was getting ready to head back down to the living area when he heard the water shut off. That was quick. Not one to know the inner workings of a woman cleaning routine, he waited for her to come out. Not having to wait that long. He watched as she came out looking like a lost sheep, with her clothes in her hand.
"I didn't know where to put my clothes." she stated. Nodding at her, he pointed to the hamper in the second closet. Watching her carefully put them down. She looked back to watch him. Noting his change of clothes. "Come, we need to talk." With that he left the bedroom heading back to their original spot.
Charlotte felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. Once back in the living room, she went back to the couch he went back to the chair. Her nerves were starting to show, hands were shaking. So instead of shaking like a leaf, she folded her hands in her lap to keep them steady. Wo Fat noticed this action. Always one to get down to business he spoke. "So we have an interesting dilemma, Ms. Danvers. In my line of work, keeping a witness alive after seeing what you have, can be very dangerous." Stopping to hold her gaze, and make sure she understood that there would be no other option but to accept his offer. "I find myself in a position where you could be considered an asset not a liability." Keeping eye contact with her, "I need a wife, and eventually children. You need to live. Think carefully before you answer Ms. Danvers, your life does depend on it."
The silence in the room was tangible. Charlotte was sure he said what he said, but not really believing he said it. She was in shock, the only thing she was capable of doing was blinking & breathing. Today was by far the worst day of her life. Almost murdered, now being told to stay alive she needs to marry a scary man. Taking another few moments before she spoke, understanding the situation she was in. "I…" pausing to gather her thoughts, "I know what you said wasn't a joke, but it's taking me a moment to process it." He kept his dark eyes on her while she was working through it. Shit just got real. If he was going to throw down this gauntlet, she was going to get some answers, no I do not want to die, but I need information. She looked up from her hands, and stared into his eyes with her big green ones. Resolved. "You're an attractive man, why are you offering this to me? I'm certain you don't have issues finding women to date."
Wo Fat wasn't expecting her to ask questions. He could respect that she was. "I don't want a woman more concerned with power or money. Women who know of my business, there is no loyalty, so this way, I'm guaranteed someone that wouldn't double cross me." he stated.
In a sick way, Charlotte understood his logic. She nodded to him, telling him she accepted that answer.
"Strangely that makes some sense. If I say yes, what happens when you come home one day, and are tired of playing house. Do I still die?"
Taken back by her question, he honestly didn't think about that. Quickly assessing what scenarios that would let her live or not. "Not necessarily, if you betray me, lay with another, anything like that, yes I will kill you. But if it was my choice to end this, as long as you haven't done what I said a moment ago, I'd allow you to live."
Okay. That's not as bad as I thought it would be. "Alright. You're obviously a dangerous man, who does dangerous things, let's say in one of your "business" deals, things go south, you're pissed off, you going to come home and treat me like a physical and emotional punching bag?"
She is surprisingly smart. I think I made a great choice in her. "While my business will never be yours, anything that happens out there, I will do my best not to bring it to the home, and if I fail in that, I'll tell you to go to another room until I've calmed down. Does that sound agreeable?"
Mentally Charlotte was laughing. It's like the most dangerous game of 20 questions ever. Taking another deep breath. "I've worked really hard to become a nurse, and I'm not going to just turn my back on that. I can't. I lost my family to follow my dreams. So, are you going to make me stop the thing I love?"
Placing his hands on his chin, he looked at her. "What kind of nurse are you?"
"I'm a labor and delivery nurse at Queens Medical center. I work under Dr. Aiko Noshimuri, she's the best high risk OB/GYN surgeon on the island. I don't want to give that up."
She works with Hiro Noshimuris niece? How interesting. "I wouldn't interfere with your career. I actually find it commendable."
Charlotte nodded again.
He liked that while she was asking questions, it was her version of negotiations. He wanted to add a few of his own. "You have stated your thoughts, now mine. If you say yes to this, we will have a relationship in all its forms, I will not be in a sexless relationship or marriage. Does this seem fair to you?"
He watched as her eyes got big as saucers, then blushing. Then nodding. "I've never been with anyone before, I was hoping to save myself until marriage."
Taken by surprise, Wo Fat blinked rapidly. "You're a virgin?"
Looking down, feeling like an idiot. "Yes."
Wo Fat was shocked to say the least, but he was also happy that she was untouched by another. He would be her one and only. "OK, we will not have sex until the wedding night, but we will have other forms of physcial contact, agreed?"
Well at least he didn't say, No. "Yes that's agreeable."
"To give you time to adjust to your situation, we will wait at least a month before we delve further into our physical relationship."
Huh. That was nice. "Thank you." she said.
Seeing as they were on the same page, one last thing he must make known. "I will expect you to be ready to be married within the next 6 months."
6 months?! OMG. Why so soon? Is that soon? Well maybe he'll realize I'm not the right choice and get tired of me before that. "I can agree to that, but you said children, I know that's a big thing for men, I'll agree to that, but I want to be married for at least a year before we try to have a child."
Thinking over her offer. "I'll agree to those terms. You may get on birth control and once the one year mark of our marriage is up, you will stop taking them."
Looking her over, he could see that she was still scared, but also resolved to make this work. "Any other questions, little one?"
Finding his eyes on her, she stared right back. "Yes, What's your name?"
Laughing. He realized that she brokered an interesting deal on her life, without knowing who she was doing business with. She is an interesting woman. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, hands under his chin.
"My name is Wo Fat."