Hello again! Wow, with summer here I finally have some time to write! I am so very pleased to bring you this piece. I must have been in an angst-y mood when I wrote it so i do apologize if it brings you down. Please enjoy, and please review as well. Like other writers here, my ego tends to inflate a bit with every review I see. So please, review for the sake of my ego :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man or any of his affiliates. I do, however, own Cassie- the whore-tramp.
"No, Pepper! Pepper! I just- get OFF of me Claire! Pep, just listen to me! Turn around, please!"
She whirled.
"Why? What is there to listen to? Maybe you planned to regale me with a heroic tale about how you TRIED to stop her but you just COULDN'T say no! Right? Tell me I'm wrong Tony! Tell me!" The hurt and betrayal was clear in her eyes. He had screwed up big time. There was no coming back from this. He stared at her stupidly with his mouth gaping. He didn't know what to say.
She flashed a painful grimace of a smile and walked out the door. The clicking of her heels fading away…
Charlotte or whatever the hell her name was stepped out of the bedroom wearing his shirt. She batted her eyes coquettishly and asked in that ridiculously high-pitched voice of hers,
"Coming back to bed, Tony?" He rolled his eyes. He turned to look at her fully and in a restrained voice,
"I think you should leave, Clara." She fumed,
"It's Cassie, actually."
"Whatever, Carla, just tell Jarvis where you live and he'll call you a cab."
Callie stood there for a moment in shock but disappeared for a moment and reappeared fully dressed. She stalked past him and left, nose in the air.
Tony sank to the nearest chair and put his head in his hands. This wasn't supposed to happen.
Shorter than I remember... hmm... oh well. If this does well, I'll post another chapter *hint hint*