Long Lost Love (Robert Downey Jr. Fanfiction)

Different Sides

HAYLEY'S POV

I was so furious when Robert did that to me. No man will actually do that. So he wants to play a game with me? Little did he know that I am just playing with him right now. But he shouldn't leave when we're about to have sex. That's disrespectful. I am so angry right now. Did he just pull my magic back on me? Oh hell no. I'll make sure that he'll regret it.

I tinkered my Hotrod car with anger. I have no intention to go back upstairs and sleep. I'm too furious to sleep. I can't still believe the fact that he turned his back on me. I'll swear to my own name that i'll get you back for doing that Robert John Downey Jr. Men will call him gay for doing that.

I didn't sleep at all. I didn't leave the lab after Robert went to his room. I just worked and worked.

"Mam, you've been here for a couple of hours now." Jarvis spoke with his usual robotic voice.

"Dum-E. Hey Dum-E. Hi Dum-E were you even listening to me?" I called because Dum-E was completely ignoring me and just swept the floor.

"There's some dirt stains on Ramses. Take care of it." I ordered and pointed my robot, Ramses.

"What time is it, Jarvis?" I asked.

"10:34 in the morning, mam." Jarvis answered.

I stood up and went upstairs to shower. I'm definitely not going to sleep.

"Jarvis drop some beats." I ordered and Jarvis played the song Paradise City by Guns N' Roses.

I showered while singing the song. My home computing system really knows me well.

I dried myself with the towel and walked into my walk-in closet. I put a panty and bra and checked myself in the mirror. I saw the fucking hickey that Robert did last night. It looks obvious that it's a hickey. Goddamn it! I put on a gray turtleneck, black jacket and black pants and looked at myself in the mirror again. Definitely no. I am not wearing a turtleneck. I put on a white fitted shirt and a black scarf. HELL NO. I'm in California and i'm not wearing a fucking scarf here. So I just put on a maroon button down shirt and black pants. I folded it's sleeves up to my elbow and covered my neck with the collar.

Lauren's still in Russia, Archie's still in New York and Allison went to Brazil yesterday. Troy came back and she's the only one here. So I called her.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"At my Hotel, man." She answered.

"Here in LA?"

"Yep. You coming or what?"

"Alright alright. On my way." I said and hung up.

I climbed downstairs and went to the kitchen. Robert was already sitting there eating a fucking sandwich. I wanna run towards him and strangle him so fucking bad. But I don't want do that. I don't want to physically hurt him.

I gave him a silent treatment. I just walked past him and grabbed a milk on the refrigerator.

"Hi, Ms. Beautiful." He chirped with that dorky smile again.

I ignored him. I turned around and poured milk on a glass. I felt some arms wrap around my waist. I don't even need to turn around to look who it is because I know it's only stupid Robert. He pressed his body against my back and rested his head on my shoulder.

"I'm gonna go to my house and get more clothes, okay?" He cooed to ask permission. He acts like we're husband and wife. God! So ridiculous.

He kissed my cheek passionately and he tightened his hug around my waist. He kissed my shoulder and rested his head again. I'm so annoyed right now. I wanna yell at him but he might cry again. He nibbled my ear and let go. He walked away from the kitchen and said "Bye. See you later, babe."