Skye Stark's Daughter (Stark's Daughter 3)

Chapter 3

I drive into Stark Industries and park my black porsche in the staff car park.

"Is this a new car?" Dad asks as he climbs out.

"Yeah."

"Its nice."

"Zeke's getting sued." I announce, locking the car and walking to the elevator. My dad stops abruptly, i turn to face him.

"Why?"

"He punched a photographer." I explain and he bursts out laughing.

"That's what i did when he told me." I admit, laughing too.

"How much is he getting sued?" Dad asks, following me into the glass elevator.

"A million pounds." I swipe my security car and press the button to our design floor.

"Wow, for one punch. That can't be right." He mumbles to himself.

We reach our design floor, where no one else can go. The walls are cream and there is a giant desk in the middle and other tables against the walls, cupboards hang on the walls containing metal and electronics. I stroll over to the big desk and Jarvis wakes up.

"Hey, Jarvis. Show the new missile plans." I demand. Dad marches.over to his bar, leans over and pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Really?" I question, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, you're driving, right?" He points out.

"Yeah."

The plans appear on the screen and i use the design pen to draw in bolts and nuts.

"Make it so that on impact it explodes itself." Dad orders, acting like a child in a toy shop.

"What are Pepper's reasons to say yes?" I tease. His face drops and his eyes scan like he's reading a book.

"I was joking."I point out.

"That's not funny." He whines.

I make the changes and bin the stuff not needed.

"Jarvis, send this home and print."

"Which home, miss?"

"Mine and Tony's." Dad turns at the sound of his name.

"You've never called me Tony before. Mr.Stark, yes. But not Tony."

"Didn't i call you Tony at my wedding?"

"No."

"Not even when i caught you threatening Zeke at my wedding reception?"

"Nope." He replies, looking at the floor.

"How could you remember? You was stoned and high as a kite." I point out as i walk to the elevator.

"Wait up." He complains, racing after me.

"You're going to have a hangover for tomorrows party. You don't want one if your going to pop the question." I point out.

"You never told me how Zeke asked you."

"I met him as his studio and there was a note on the door, saying to go to the roof. So i went to the roof and there was a dining table with a rose and rose petals scattered all over the roof. Zeke was stood at the end of a red carpet with a bouquet of roses and was on one knee." I explain, smiling at the romantic memory.

"Wow."

"How are you going to ask Pepper?" I ask, pressing the button to the car park.

"I was going to do it on in the back garden of the party. But now ill do it on the roof with Lilies, her favourite flowers."

"Aww."

*

I step into my house, hanging my keys on the key rack by the door.

"Zeke, Im back." I whisper.

The lights are dimmed and hands snake around my waist.

"Hey babe." I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Hey beautiful. When do i get to see the new dress you bought for tomorrow night?" He ask, kissing my neck.

"not until tomorrow night." I tease, pulling away from him.

"That's so unfair!" He whines like a child.

"Shush, you'll wake Hope." I point out, skipping away.

"Wait. I got this earlier." He whispers, showing me a brown envelop.

"What is it?"

"Just read it." He mumbles.

I slide my finger under the flap and pull out the letter inside. I notice the police stamp in the top left corner and i scan through the words. I see

'Zeke Matthews'

'Assault charge'

'Possible jail sentence'

'fine of £1million'

"Zeke, its fine. We'll get through this." I whisper.

"Im so sorry." He mutters, clasping my hands and leaning his forehead against mine, his cool breath on my nose.

"We'll get through this." I repeat.