Not many 23 year old woman can say, if they wanted, they had everything. But you could. All you had to do was ask him. For you he'd do anything without even thinking about it. And in return, you'd do anything for him. You might say it was love but he 'didn't do love'. He was adamant he didn't do love but, here you were. Your surprise 23rd birthday party that was coming to end at the Avengers Tower that your 'boyfriend' or as you and he call him, your Sugar Daddy, Tony fucking Stark had decided to throw for you. There wasn't a lack of anything. Glitz, glamour, sparkles, champagne... you name it.
It was pure chance when you met Tony six months ago. You didn't plan it, how could you? All you did was arrive home after a tiring day at work, your neighbours door opening as you opened yours. You'd bent down to pick a parcel up off you door mat and as you did, the sound of fabric ripping filled the air. You gasp throwing your hand back to almost hold the fabric together.
"Well... hello-" were the words that had you bolting up right quickly. There stood Tony Stark, grinning like a fool.
You closed your eyes as you turned away from him. "Ohmygod! I'm so, sorry, Mr Stark. I honestly didn't expect my ass to bust my zip in front of you. I'm so, so, sorry." you apologise profusely.
He shook his head smirking. "Please, don't apologise." he winked before he turned round and left you without another word.
You almost forgot about the whole embarrassing situation until a few weeks later when you were sat at home one day grading papers and trying to write tests for your classes (the joys of being an assistant teacher) when there was a knock on your apartment door. When you opened the it you found a white parcel with a black ribbon wrapped perfectly around it laid on your door mat, with a confused pout you bent over and picked it up off the ground. On top was a small hand written card that said: Let's hope your ass doesn't bust this zip, T x
Inside was a black Your mouth fell open at the sight of it. It took you longer than you'd like to admit to figure out that it was in fact Tony that had sent you it. Who else had you exposed yourself to recently. You couldn't accept it. So you called his building, his office, asked Peter to contact him (he had a scholarship with him), emailed him or his people, even took the parcel to the tower and told reception that there had been a mistake. As soon as your eyes landed on the parcel once again on your doorstep, you rolled your eyes. You couldn't work out how he managed to get it back before you. This time there was a second note that read: It's rude not to say thank you Princess, T x —cell phone—
After you'd called Tony and 'argued' with him about not being able to accept a $500 skirt which he pointed out was in fact worth $915.76 Tony would send you a gift every couple of days so you'd call him and he'd have you go to see him to return it. He would invite you to dinner or lunch and after Happy would drive you home and walk you to your door where he'd once again place the gift in yours hand with roll of his eyes and small smile as you thanked him.
One night he admitted he liked you a lot. He liked he could talk to you about different things and neither of you get bored. He liked that you were educated and actually understood to some extent what he was talking about when you asked about his work. Tony felt it was necessary to point out, he wasn't boyfriend material. You explained you weren't even 23 yet and the last thing on your mind was marriage and babies. You wanted to enjoy yourself outside of work and that the past couple of weeks with him had been that excitement you wanted. Tony agreed and that's how you became his Sugar Baby. It took you a little time to get used to the gifts, you'd asked him if it was like you being his personal whore. He reassured you that's not what it was. To Tony you were much more than that.
"You look absolutely stunning tonight, babygirl." Tony walked up behind you as you stood at the elevator to go up to his room.
You smiled looking over your shoulder to him as he circled his arms around your waist, grinning. "Only because of my beautiful birthday presents." you pressed a kissed to his lips. Tony had perhaps gone a little over the top with his gifts. He had bought you a lovely black and matching black metallic fringed sandals, as well as a Tiffany & Co, diamond necklace and a full spa day. "Thank you." you cupped his face with your hand.
