Stark hits "stone"wall (Ironman love story)

Intro

Hello.

My name is Emma Stone.

My father is Adam Stone II the owner of Rolling Stone, international 'superstar', billionaire, genius, and my father.

It's just us.

It has always been just us.

Emma and Adam Stone, golden father and daughter.

Always has been and always will be.

I guess you could say I'm a child prodigy.

In most eyes I am.

The beautiful, brilliant, seductively mischievous, and darling angel to USA's Mister Man.

My father never spoiled me.

America did, though.

And I hated it...with a passion to scorch every bloody magazine my father posted.

Don't get me wrong, I loved the magazine, it was my life.

Just what people made my life out to be and how it was purely based off of the magazine irked me.

Besides the natural money and fame, I guess I was always kind of cut out for the popularity.

Good looks.

Stunning personality.

Long wavy blonde hair; I've never used a flat or curling iron in my life and usually I don't use a blow drier unless under dire circumstances.

Piercing oak leaf eyes; bright, bright green with bits and pieces of brown here and there.

Full lips with a light shade of pink, straight nose, high cheekbones, and fair skin that likes a good tan more often than not.

Long legs, flat stomach, belly button pierced, and three secret tattoos which only one my father found out about and that was the tiniest one

Height about five feet eight inches.

Twenty-nine years old.

Super model much? Makes me almost want to gag, but then I'll actually put the face to the cliché.

Though I hate being spoiled and always surrounded by fans or paparazzi or news reporters, I actually love fame and fortune.

I know never to take advantage of it.

The biggest perk about being rich: poker.

I'm such a sucker for a good martini and a table of Texas Hold 'Em with my girls and my homosexual boys.

I learned not to befriend straight men a long time ago.

I'm sarcastic, childish, mean, optimistic, stone-cold, and the fucking toughest chick you will ever find.

Except for Pink, that girl is like a damn statue- gotta love her.

This is me.

Take it or leave it.

And this is my story of how I met Tony Stark.