Tony & Mary
Tony Stark thought he'd met several Devils, hell creatures, murderous monsters, heartless people in his lifetime. But the truth was that the real Devil was the one with the face of an angel. The woman he loved and thought he would repay his love. The day he first met her, he knew everything would change from that moment. He was right. But unfortunately, it didn't turn out the way he imagined.
They met at one of the corporate parties that Tony loved and hated at the same time. In fact, it bothered him a little, but on the other hand, he liked society, especially women. Tony loved women. But when he saw the brown-haired woman, slender beauty with eyes blazing with passion, and yet her face kept her eyes almost shy, he was convinced that from now on he would love only one woman. She enchanted him.
He joined her at the bar and immediately started a conversation with her. "What's a beautiful woman like you doing here?" He asked, giving her a wide smile. She looked up at him and ran his eyes over him as if to make sure she was really worth the effort to talk to him.
She tilted her head to the side and grinned a little. "I'm definitely not waiting for the prince on the white horse." She gripped the glass of white wine gracefully between her fingers and drank. Tony watched her in fascination. And she probably wasn't a coquette or a silly goose who would giggle, blush, and cling to him like a sweet wasp as soon as he addressed her.
"That's fine, because I don't have horses, but quite a nice car," Tony replied, sitting down next to her on a barstool. "May I buy you a drink?" he asked her, and without waiting for her answer, he ordered something for her.
The brunette raised an eyebrow. "I did not say that I agreed. Aren't you in a hurry?"
"I have it in my nature, but I assumed you wouldn't say no to me," he told her confidently, pushing a drink to her.
"You are too confident. Apparently, you're used to everyone falling around your neck, but, Mr. Stark, I'm not everyone," she muttered with a sweet smile and moved the drink back to him.
"I know you're not everyone, and that's what intrigued me."
"So I'm a challenge you want to overcome?"
"Maybe. And now you no longer have to play unavailable, however attractive it is. I can see in your eyes that my attention flatters you," he said and had to grin as she scoffed and shook her head until her long brown hair curled.
"Do you see it in my eyes? What are you, an expert over the eyes?"
"If I wanted to, I could be. But I'm afraid digging in other people's eyes wouldn't fill me much," he said, sipping from his glass. He noticed that she didn't stop the amused smile, and that also gave him courage, not just alcohol. By this time, he would be locked up in the room with any other woman, but he was starting to like it here. This one probably won't be completely swept in her head and she won't just act as an escort here. "I'm sure we're both a little bored by this farce. Don't you want to move elsewhere where it's more interesting?"
She leaned in until he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. She blinked at him, studying the features of his face carefully. Tony wanted to kiss her. "Somewhere that will be more interesting? And where would we go?"
"You must be surprised," he said, leaning down to steal his first kiss, but she straightened up and laughed.
"Mr. Stark, I'm not a one-night-girl."
"I do not say anything like that. I would keep you for the rest of my life," he assured her.
"Really? And wouldn't it get you a little bored after a while? You are looking for excitement, passion, you want to have fun..."
"I'd say I'm definitely not bored with you," he flattered her, but this time it wasn't the empty flattery he used to say. He meant it this time. "So? Do you want to be my escort?" he asked her, getting up from his chair and offering her a hand. The brunette did not hesitate for a moment now. She smiled brilliantly at him and hung on to him lightly.
"Will you run away from your own party?" She laughed as they walked among the people present.
"As you said, it's my party. I can do whatever I want," he snorted, forcing her to laugh again." By the way, what's your name? "
She looked at him and her lips widened into a smile. Something he couldn't identify flashed in her eyes. "Mary Fitzpatrick."
"Mary," he rolled her name over his tongue, then smiled contentedly. "Let's get out of here as soon as we can. I'm sure we have so much to talk about."
If only he knew then how many secrets Mary hides…