I Don't Care | Tony Stark ~ wrong number

Chapter 92

After a lot of arguing between Tony and Alana on who's going to pay the hotel compensation, Tony ended up paying  and she was great full, but mad.  It was her mess she had to clean up, not him.

"That was not okay, I told you it's my mess and I'll pay for it." She told him as she packed her clothes very early in the morning to move to the next location in Australia.

"But it only happened because I didn't do the suit properly." He tried to reason with her. "And Hulk is an Avenger, anything he, or any of the other guys do, I pay for."

"Right, but if I hadn't posted that photo, then none of this would have happened. So I should've paid. I already told you, my mess, my hotel room, I pay." She angrily shoved clothes in her suit case, not caring about how neat it was at the moment.

"Why are you so mad that I paid? Huh? What's wrong with paying my girls bills?"

She slammed the suit case shut and whirled around at him. The stress of tour, her health getting worse, her fans, herself, and her and Tony's relationship finally got to her and she snapped.

"I am not your girl Tony Stark. Those words in the park don't make us official and-"

"Wait, you're saying you didn't mean them? How about figuring things out together? Was that a lie too?"

"Would you shut up and let me finish!? No, I meant it, but hey, it seems like you want us to do all of that as friends, right? Nothing but friends. We never did anything to make us a thing, just friends. And-"

He crashed his lips on top of hers in a hungry kiss. It wasn't sweet and gentle, no, it was full of passion and emotion, it was filled with anger, anger at himself for having messed up and having her go through this, it was filled with promise, and it was filled with anything but a friendly kiss.

"More than friends Ophelia." He said when he pulled away and she stood shocked. "I've always wanted you more than friends. I want you. I want every piece of you. I want angry you, happy you, sad you, feeling like giving up you, pushing forward you. I want the you that gets an unexplained amount of happiness from seeing a single flower on the sidewalk. I want the you that's dedicated to her fans, that loves her music. The you that took Peter in like your own and became friends with my friends. I want you on your good days and I want you on your bad days. I want you on your productive days and your lazy days. On the days that you ignore me because of something I did or said and on the days that you don't leave my side. On the days that you doubt yourself and push me away and on the days you are confident. I want you Alana Ophelia Evans. I want no one else. Never did. Never will. I want every piece of you and not just as a mere friend. I'm going to date you, I'm going to make things right, then I'll ask you to be my girlfriend and if you want, I will scream it to the world right now that it's you. That you're it for me. Because after you become my girlfriend Alana Ophelia Evans, I will get down on one knee and ask you to be my wife and then ask you to bear my children for me and raise them together and live together until we're old. I just. want. you."

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down in a deep kiss.

It didn't take long for him to respond and pick her up and have her wrap her legs around him. He walked forward, never breaking the kiss and laid them down on the bed, him on top.

He broke away from her lips and started lightly kissing her jaw and then down her neck.

"This doesn't mean I'm not going to sing my new sad song on stage." She said and he laughed, going back up to her face and looking into her beautiful shining eyes.

"Okay." He said against her lips with a smile and went right back to kissing her.

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Australian fans were just another breed.