Hello dear readers! I'm kind of on a roll here with updates, so I'm just going with it. I promise they WILL get longer, I'm just trying to get the story set up. I'm starting a new job and visiting family in the next few days so I may or may not keep the updates going, we'll see... Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nope. Cassie's still mine though...
Chapter 3:
Tony grunted in frustration after what must have been at least the thirteenth time he got sent to voicemail on Pepper's phone. Her home phone wasn't working either. He ran his hand through his hair. He didn't want to go see her himself, he wasn't sure he could handle breaking down right in front of her. He had to let her know how sorry he was. And grovel on his knees for another chance. Maybe if she forgave him in time, they could still go as a couple as planned to the gala Pepper had made very… noticeable on his calendar with three colors of highlighter and numerous stars and exclamation marks.
How could he have messed up this badly? Pepper had gone on a business trip to London for him for a few days. Tony, lonely and bored did what Tony usually did when lonely and bored; he cruised the town while partially intoxicated. He met Cayley or Carla or whatever in a small bar downtown. He had a few too many drinks and BAM! Instant relapse into the playboy lifestyle. Sure he asked himself what he was doing a few times on the way home but that small voice was quickly squashed with another scotch. He laid the blonde out on his bed when suddenly he heard a soft gasp. He looked up and felt instantly ashamed and horrified to find his girlfriend standing there with an equal look of shame and horror on her face. He tried to say something but she was already out the door and down the stairs. He followed but, well… you know the rest. Tony sighed and stood up. He paced for a while weighing his options. He could feign insanity, but then he would be locked away, never seeing her again. He could go to her and beg and plead and refuse to leave her doorstep until she talked to him, like he said, he was too afraid of blubbering and not being able to get anything intelligible out. Or… he could let her go. Tony shook his head, he wasn't THAT desperate yet… he sat down again and picked up the phone. A fourteenth call couldn't hurt… right?
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