A Dangerous Game
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  • Reads 2,580
  • Votes 121
  • Parts 8
  • Time 4h 35m
Complete, First published Oct 11
Mature
Finding out you were the secret daughter of one of America's richest men was like winning the lottery-if the jackpot came with a catch: everyone who knew absolutely hated you for it. Tony Stark, in all his billionaire, genius, playboy glory, decided to take you under his wing the only way he knew how-Stark-style. Cue the sarcastic quips, awkward side-hugs, and job "opportunities" that always came with a few strings attached. Working as his receptionist? Pfft, sounded like a breeze, right? Wrong.

Nothing could've prepared you for the chaos that came with the title. Or, more specifically, for who came with it-Wanda Maximoff. A total powerhouse with a face that could stop traffic, and someone who, for some reason, had it out for Tony... and possibly you too. And now, you might just find yourself caught in the middle of whatever explosive game they're playing.


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I pushed her off me and down to the floor, "don't touch me." "What the fuck is your problem?" Wanda sighed, standing up and brushing the dust off her clothes. "I don't know what you mean," I replied bluntly, turning to walk off again. She scoffed and walked after me quickly, angrily and muttering curses under her breath. I laughed in disbelief and turned to look at her, stopping her in her tracks. Even right now she looked fucking gorgeous, her hair hanging down around her face and shoulders. Nat's old jacket and an old black dress that her red bra peaked out from underneath and her necklaces hung between her breasts. "What are you looking at?" she asked quietly as I stood before her. I shook my head but kept my eyes on her. She shrugged her shoulders as if to ask me 'what the fuck are you doing'. I took a deep breath at what I was about to do and cupped her cheeks, smashing my lips against hers. Once she realised what I was doing, she sighed and kissed me back passionately. Our tongues fought for dominance as her hands found their place on my hips and pulled me closer.