Up In Smoke (Tony Stark/OC)

Prologue

One. Two. Three: GO!

You know you fucked up when you've just slept with your ex boyfriend. You've fucked up more if you already knew that said 'ex boyfriend' still had feelings for you. And ultimately, you know that you fucked everything up if you were falling for your boss, especially if he's an egotistical, playboy, genius philanthropist.

That was me right now: walking, head low through the gloomy streets right this second, walking through the streets of New York at freaking 4am, in order to clear my head of the fucked up four days I have experianced and regretting the not so terible mistake of leaving the oh so dreary city of London, England to the bustling city of New York, USA. But, oh of course. This wouldn't of happened if I just listened to my father's pleas to stay at 'the mansion aller daddy' and never went to that stupid interview to show the world I was capable of independence. 

I'm Elisabeth Smith; and I'm sure your wondering where it all began...