Fortune Smiles

Damon

“Misha is the Goddess of Fortune or Misfortune if you cross her. She alone can decide the fate of any being at any moment in time across all known realms. She is why we had laws in place because such power can corrupt and destroy all,” Clotho explains.

Misha shakes her head no, “But I'm not that way.”

Clotho smiles, “True, which is a blessing in itself.”

“She still could become corrupt,” Atropos sneers.

Misha glares at her, “You mean like you, acting in my own self-interest. You are a hypocrite!”

“The balance is what's important,” Atropos responds coolly.

Misha smirks, “Well, apparently, I'm the balance now.”

Atropos spats, “You're such a bitch!”

“I'm what you made me,” Misha retorts.

Lachesis says, “She has a point.”

“Of course I do. Had my parents been around maybe I'd be nicer and more tolerant of idiocy,” Misha responds.

Atropos glares at me and asks, “Are you just going to allow her to talk like this?”

“Damn right I am. She's her own person and I don't dare try to control her. In fact I'd suggest you really think before you speak.” Misha looks at me and smiles. “And no my Queen, I'm not reading your thoughts right now.” She giggles. By the Gods this woman is absolutely perfect!

Misha gasps, “You think I'm perfect?”

Well, this is new. “Yes, I do.” She heard my thoughts and I don't care if she hears them all. I see the naughtiness in her gaze and she bites her bottom lip. This woman....oh, this woman! I can't wait to have her, to taste her, to have her feel me over every inch of her body as I make her scream my name in sheer ecstasy. I see her eyes widen. She definitely heard my thoughts just now, so I just smirk and raise my eyebrow because how much we desire each other is almost palpable.

Ana yells, “Cut it out you two! None of that here! Take it to a room as I have no desire to see my brother naked no matter how hot he is.”

Misha grins naughtily, “Yep, and he's all mine!” I laughed.

Atropos rolls her eyes, “Fine, maybe they are a match.”

Clotho looks at her sister, “They are a match. No guesswork is needed.”

Lachesis smiles, “Well, it looks like there's a wedding coming up to prepare for.”

Misha blushes, “Ummm.” I would ask her right now, but it isn't the right time yet.

“Just how it goes, Misha, but you'll come around,” my father says.

Misha puts her hands on her hips as she looks at my father, “You're such a cocky fucker!” I can't help it, I burst out laughing.

Lachesis giggles, “Well, it looks like Damon found the female version of himself.”

Ana laughs, “I could've told everyone that.”

Misha lightly smacks Ana on the shoulder, “Hey, I'm not that bad.”

Ana laughs harder, “You so are!”

“Well go, we will see you again at the wedding,” Lachesis says.

Misha snaps, “There isn't going to be a wedding!”

Lachesis shrugs, “As you wish.” Then she winks at me. Oh, there'll be a wedding. I just have to convince Misha to marry me on Christmas. We say farewell and Misha ports us back to their house.

Misha turns to me, “Now let's talk!”