Stark hits "stone"wall (Ironman love story)

Chapter three

Emma.

Andy and I drove back to the Stone Mansion or bansion as I like to call it because you know...millionaires have mansions and billionaires have bansions. It works; I made it up when I was like, what? Thirteen, fourteen when I was first flying into Montery, Cali. Good times.

We chilled out for a couple hours; watched a few movies and then went up to my wing to get ready. Party tonight, celebrating my father's 50thanniversary of owning Rolling Stone magazine. I'm so stoked, I love these kinds of parties.

Andy's the make-up pro, no doubt about it, so she did mine and I did her hair. I just left my own hair long and flowing down my back, while hers was up in a very attractive bun with her bangs flipping over her eyes.

Our dresses were beautiful, I can't deny it. Andy's was a medium length, swayful, casual, sexy, and an elegant red dress with the back open. Mine, on the other hand, was also medium length, casual, sexy, but black and perfect cleavage whereas Andy's showed a bit more, but she can work it so it's all good.

Clipping on our heels; hers white and mine black, we grabbed our phones-hers a sidekick and mine a blackberry, purses-Gucci and Chanel, and went out to my baby R8. We were to be there at nine o'clock sharp, according to my father, and we were to meet him there as well.

It was eight thirty five, already dark, a soft breeze in the air, and people out everywhere partying like crazy. All the popular clubs I knew were full to the brim and lines like none other. I saw teens sneaking drugs and alcohol, girls getting hit on by sleaze bags, and just the normal night life that was here in Malibu.

Pulling up to the curb of the red carpet, paparazzi surrounded half of the car and my security guards blocked them. We got out. Cameras flashed. We grinned, linked arms, and strode very elegantly towards the entrance. Reporters stuck out their tape recorders and shouted out random questions. We just ignored them and went inside. People were everywhere; tons of famous stars, slutty girls trying to get attention, and just...people. Two strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist and spun me around, "Justin!"

Meet my other best friend. Justin Grant, son of actor Hugh Grant and an actor himself, is also Andy's long time lover-they've been dating for over five years and still haven't tied the knot. He's tall, dark, handsome, and bisexual. He has very messy brown hair, blue eyes, pointed face, and muscular.Andhe has a killer British accent. He's amazing. I never took an attraction towards him, though, we met when we were eight and were best friends ever since. He's got Andy beat by twelve years; I met her when I was twenty. That was nine years ago.

I threw my arms around his neck and he swung me around once more, and then kissed my cheek.

"Looking sexy, doll face, what's the occasion?" He joked and gave a broad grin.

I laughed, "Oh nothing much, just a little party. You're looking as hot as ever, my secret British lover."

He blushed; he's always just so shy and cute! Justin turned to Andy and kissed her, complimented her, and we all grabbed champagne and talked.

After about an hour into the banquet, we were listening eagerly to a joke Justin was telling us, he had a hard time because he was laughing so hard and this made us laugh. "So, a man gets home from work and he sees his wife sliding down the banister and asks 'Why are you sliding down the banister. honey?' and she replies," He pauses to laugh, tears are springing from his eyes. "And she replies, 'Well honey, I'm warming up your dinner!'"

We all burst out in wild laughter; Andy and I are leaning on each other and Justin is bent over, his shoulders shaking up and down. He waves his hands for silence and we cease the laughter a bit when he continues, "And he sighs, 'Aw man, leftovers again?'"

Another wave of laughter, I add in my piece, "'But babe, we had fish taco's all last week!'"

This time there is no stopping our laughter. My father came up behind Justin and clapped a hand on his shoulder; Justin spun and smiled at my father. They shared a man hug and a firm handshake. Men...what can you do?

My father went to me, kissed my cheek, and examined my dress. "A little bit showing off the thighs, but I guess it's beautiful" He winked. "You look lovely, sweet heart. And Andy! Are you trying to make Justin jealous?"

We laughed and Justin blushed.

"The place is bouncing, dad. You nervous?"

"Am I ever?"

"Nope!" We laughed once more and he looked over my shoulder with a wide grin. Andy broke down laughing and Justin gawked. I turned. Oh hell.

He stood there, in a nice black and red tuxedo, his hair a little better kept than before, and a small smirk on his face.

My father shook his hand and clapped his shoulder, "Tony Stark, where the hell have you been?"

Tony shrugged and with a laugh, "You know, Adam, around...being rich and famous."

My father laughed and shook his head, then motioned to me. "Have you met my daughter, Emma, and her friends, Justin and Andy?"

Tony feigned curiosity and shook his head, pursing his lips. "I have not, but I wish I have earlier. She is beautiful, Adam. No doubt the only good looks in the family."

Dad pushed him a little and laughed. I smirked, giving Tony a look which he met as he took my hand and slowly leaned down, not breaking eye contact, and kissed my knuckles. He smiled at Andy and shook Justin's hand. Suddenly, the band started to play one of Andy's and my favorite songs. She squealed and dragged wide-eyed Justin to the dance floor.

I laughed and turned around, finding I was alone with Tony and my father was disappeared from sight. Little rascal, ugh, I'll get him back for this. Tony smiled down at me, he wasn't that much taller but a good four or five inches. He motioned to the dance floor and I reluctantly accepted, grabbing his hand and letting him lead me to the floor.

I smiled, letting the music fill my ears and push all the other bullshit out. Tony matched my movements and in seconds we were in the middle of the dancing crowd. Somehow Justin and Andy appeared next to us and we all were laughing, Justin and Tony twirled Andy and I as if on cue.

The song was quickly over and everyone clapped to the band. Then they began to play a slower song, stating that it was their last song before the speeches. Justin and Andy both gave me a wink before moving into the mass of people and slow danced together. The song was a cover of Moondance by Van Morrison, my favorite song since I was a little baby. My father would sing me to sleep with it every night until I was fifteen. The band was playing it much slower than the original, giving it a much more romantic atmosphere.

Tony held my waist and I had a hand on his shoulder, both of us holding hands as if in a waltz position but more relaxed; we both were pressed tightly together. Our noses touched and I was terrified of the feeling that was forming in the pit of my stomach. It was...butterflies. And I was terrified. I'm terrified of men, love, relationships, and anything that has to do with it.

I looked him in the eyes and he stared back. They were more of a blue with black mixed with stripes of green and gold, some specks of silver and a tint of brown in there. I have never been more attracted to anything in my life. I'm terrified.