The Man with no Heart (Tony Stark) - ON HOLD

In your dreams, Stark

“Here’s your coffee”

I did not move my eyes from my work, but it was impossible not to notice Pepper’s annoyed tone.

“What’s up?”  I asked

“Nothing, Mr. Stark. Everything is perfect!” She sarcastically said.

I took a deep breath, pushing my seat to slide from my spot to hers and get my coffee. Our eyes locked.

Damn, she would always win the staring contest when she was mad. I felt like she could burn me with that stare of hers.

“I have contacted a decoration company, they will probably come this morning. Do you have anything you would like to see different?”

I frowned “When did I agree to this?”

“Two weeks ago”

“I do not remember”

“You do not remember what you had for breakfast, Mr. Stark”

“Right” I smirked “I trust your decorating skills, Pepper”

She showed me a sarcastic smile and started to walk away “Thank you, Mr. Stark. Will that be all?”

“Yes, and blue suits you well, Miss Potts” I flirted

“And I will not even mention the trash I had to clean, earlier” She said in a serious tone, before leaving my workshop

“J? What was she talking about?” I ask

“I am not too sure myself, Sir” Jarvis spoke “Whether the ladies or the actual mess in the house”

“Oh, right” I bit my lip “Ops” I turned around and concentrated in my work, again.

And I only left my spot when Jarvis told me Pepper was calling for me, at lunch time.

Oh, I had already learned to never go against Pepper’s words, when she calls me for lunch or dinner. And I guess I was also starting to learn not to whine whenever she woke me up early to go to meetings.

I did not know what it was about her, but, damn, I better say as she says.

And, well… she takes good care of me. That goes beyond her job description, even though I would never dare to speak about it.

Of course, I had won our little bet about me going without drinking for two weeks. Well, I would always get my scotch at nights, and when she was not there to see me, , but nothing exaggerated. Obviously, Jarvis swore secrecy on the matter, alongside Dummy and U. And, after two weeks, Pepper Potts returned to her position as my personal assistant, for good.

And, I might have returned to my previous habits after that bet. Well, there were not too many sexual or alcohol scandals about me on the media, but I guess Pepper did not enjoy this very much.

“Mr. Stark!” I heard my name being called as I went upstairs. But it was not Pepper who called me.

Instead, this gorgeous young lady was standing in the living room, surrounded by a few workers, with a wide smile on her face. Oh, she must be from the decoration’s company.

I smirked as she quickly approached me “It is quite a pleasure, Mr. Stark”

“Oh, I’m sure it is” I smirked, watching as Pepper approached us

“Mr. Stark, your lunch is ready, the kitchen will be the last division to go to”

I smiled at Pepper as she stood next to me, still looking very much annoyed.