"Go pick up your daughter, Ivy" Dasha demanded trying to slam the front door in her little sister's face.

"No way! After hearing that you have a date tonight I am not leaving until I get you prepared since you are so rusty. You need me!" Ivy was pushing back, leaning her petite form into the her sister's front door grunting.

"I don't have a date tonight"

"Don't lie to me, I know you do. I heard parts of that conversation" damn it, Dasha cursed as she heard her sister rant on about how she needs her dire expertise of dressing for a first date so she wouldn't scare them off.

"No, wait. This man already knows how you act since you treated him like shit over the phone sooo, no problem there" Ivy said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

How Tony got her number was unnatural, how he knew her information was unnatural and how he was so persistent to get a freaking date with her was unnatural even when she kneed him in the groin! Dasha didn't get why he was so persistent, maybe she was the first woman to turn him down? Or that he always gets what he wants.

Her expression turned grim, probably both of those since he is a rich spoiled brat that would cry and complain until the adult caves in and gives them whatever he wants. She did not want to be another notch on his bed post.

With all her thinking, Ivy overpowered her sister with a shove, knocking Dasha backwards in sheer shock. Gaining her balance, she rubbed her aching chest that was hit with the door "Watch what you are doing, almost hit my face" she hissed.

"Sorry about that" Dasha blinked not knowing what to think seeing there was another person that accompanied Ivy.

"Jak?"

The dark haired man saluted, "The one and only" his blue eyes sparkled with a sly grin "Ivy here told me that you have a date and you didn't tell me? How hurtful, I thought we were the best of friends"

Dasha pouted her pink lips, "I didn't think it was that important" then it dawned on her "You just want to see who I'm going on a date with" she stated, it wasn't a question as she stared at her sister and best friend who sheepishly smiled getting caught.

"I could just tell you and then will you get out of my hair?" putting her hands on her hips wanting Ivy and Jak to leave so she can get to her nap. The dark skinned woman needed to do some things before she could finally relax.

But when she saw Ivy and Jak shake their heads, "No way! I know you Dasha Cleo Swan; I know that once we leave you are going to ditch this man just to take a nap. I will not let you break this poor man's heart because of your selfish needs"

Ivy looked at Jak in awe, "You really think my sister would do such a thing?"

Jak gave her a look, "Think? No, I know she would since she did it to a couple of men over the years. Never giving them a chance and not once giving love a chance; you need to spread your wings-"

That was when Dasha zoned Jak out knowing that he can give a whole speech on love for hours on end; the older woman could care less about dating someone at the moment. Her career that she worked so hard for finally has become a reality and she wasn't going to let some man get in her way of that.

One man can ruin the path that she made for herself and love; that was just a mere distraction on her mind. Love made someone feel weak; open and fragile, made it easier for your heart to get broken into a million pieces that could never be mended by another.

Too much of a hassle, "-So this is why you need to give this man a chance, Dasha. So you can get married and have kids and have someone to grow old with" she wanted to roll her eyes at that but avoided her best friend's gaze.

"Do you have any idea what you are going to wear?"

Dasha raised a brow, "Nothing special"

"What? But why? Don't you want to impress him?"

"No…I don't. I don't give a rat's ass about him" that made Jak wonder why she was going on a date with him but then remembered what Ivy told him. Dasha was going on this date so this man would leave her alone; he scoffed at that idea.

Any man that gets that first date would want another; that promise that he made her was empty and he knew it from the jump. If only Dasha realized what she has gotten herself into; she may be smart but when it came to the opposite sex she was the dumbest person alive.

"Unacceptable! You need to dress nicely for him, have any idea where he's taking you?" Ivy asked as the two culprits took each of her arms and dragged her upstairs with much protest from the older doctor.

"Nothing, he said nothing about it" she lied.

Pushing her onto her soft bed, she turned her body around hearing her sister mutter about having to redecorate her disgusting room. It wasn't disgusting her in opinion, the walls were a dark red that were visibly plain except for the family picture that was taken before their mother passed away.

Her room was fairly large, as she saw Jak walk in her walk in closet throwing dresses and outfits out to Ivy who was coordinating things together so they can both figure out what she should wear since Dasha wasn't any help.

Her feet touched the cool dark wooden floors, tapping her naked feet as her hands smoothed out the dark red sheets that went along with the walls. The nightstand that was near her bed was nothing special; old and chipped because it was the one that she had since she was a teenage and didn't have the heart to throw it out.

Scanning her room she saw her 36 inch flat screen television hanging on the wall, Even though it was a bit on the plain side and held nothing personal except for the picture frame it was home to her. Dasha was always at the hospital so why make it her own when she was rarely home?

"How about this one?" Ivy showed to Jak.

It was a tight low neck dress that she bought Dasha for her 25th birthday and was never worn. Jak cringed, "No, it just screams 'I'm in desperate need for a fuck' and we don't want that"

Ivy pulled the dress closer to her, "Exactly my point. She needs to get laid, imagine if she did then she wouldn't be so mean all the time"

Jak looked up, "She's only mean to you"

Dasha snickered when Ivy's face fell as she put her two cents in, "I wouldn't be caught dead wearing that piece of crap that you bought me"

"It's staying in your closet just in case you need it for emergency. Every woman needs a freakum dress" as she hung up the dress in the back with a sly grin on her face "Who knows, you might need it for this man just to punish him when he's being bad"

"Ugh, that fucking gross" Dasha muttered under her breath.

Just thinking about it gave her the creeps as she idly watched Jak and Ivy go through the outfits before Jak freaked out that they had an hour before the mystery man came over. Dasha wasn't in a panic, why would she? She had no one to impress.

Her dark orbs widened, "There is no way I am putting on that thing!"

"Just do it"

"No! It's hideous!"

"It's called fashion, something you aren't good at" Jak said trying to yank off the dress clothes that Dasha was wearing at the moment. "Take it off before I take it off for you and you know I will" he warned her.

Dasha grimaced not wanting Jak to undress her like a child, taking off her clothes with a frown on her face. She was dolled up by Ivy and Jak as they slipped on the mid-thigh green dress with a sweetheart neckline with two inch straps that covered her shoulders.

She could feel them putting on make-up that she didn't want, having them pull her face this way and that way just to get it right. A few mutters telling her to hold still as they put on the make-up before she felt something cold clasp around her neck. She felt around seeing it was a silver pendant necklace that had a jade stone in the middle.

With their consent, Dasha breathed in as she stood up and looked in the mirror. Her face went pale seeing that she didn't recognize herself yet again; her face was painted in make-up that made her lips and cat like eyes pop out more than usual. She hated when her flaw were more evident, Dasha felt like her face was stretched out when her eyes were coated in black heavy eyeliner.

Her pink lips were shimmered in clear gloss that had a cherry scent to it, looking down her frown increased seeing that her figure was shown. Turing to the side she saw every curve of her body was noticed.

"I told you that dress would make her ass pop out." Jak smiled

"I have to say that it does, who knew she had one. Nice work Hayes" Ivy praised Jak who gave his thanks to her. As they praised each other, Dasha went into her closet to pick out her own shoes before they did it for her.

She wanted comfortable shoes that wouldn't strain her feet and if those two picked it out for her it wouldn't be the case. Picking suitable shoes, she shoved them on as she tried to quietly walk out of the room; she cringed when her tiny heels banged on the wooden floors making the two leer at her.

"What are you wearing? Those don't even match your dress!"

Dasha gave a look to Ivy, "Yes it does, they are silver and they don't kill my feet"

"But they aren't the proper height! Don't you want to be taller? You so stubby with shorter heels on"

Glaring her her younger sister, "I'm 5'9 compared to your 5'3 short stack" Ivy flinched at the nickname as she pouted. The doorbell rang making Ivy and Jak's ear perk up yelling "I got it! I got it!" Dasha wanted to beat them to the door so they won't see who it was but her heels held her back.

Cursing mentally when they swung the door open, both frozen in shock as they saw the millionaire wearing an expensive suit like always. "You're…You're"

"You're Tony Stark!" Jak finished for Ivy as they eyes bugged out even more when he smirked.

"In the flesh" his dark brown eyes looked over at Ivy "And you must be Dasha younger sister…Ivy-Rae"

"Just Ivy, Mr. Stark." Still dumbfounded at the man that was standing at her sister's doorstep. Then a thought struck her, "Is this the man you were so rudely talking to over the phone with?"

Tony confirmed making the younger woman gasp turning to her sister, "I can't believe you would talk to this beautiful man like that! How could you?"

"It was simple, really" walking over to Tony with a lopsided smile "Let's go before they start drooling. Lock up the house for me, will ya Jak?"

"Yeah, sure" his voice was distant as if he was in some sort of daze.

Dasha felt Tony's eyes on her figure "Who would've thought that you would have taken my advice? I knew you liked me"

Rolling her eyes, "Don't flatter yourself" as Tony opened the car door for her letting her slip in before shutting it behind her. Ivy looked on seeing how nice and gentle he was with Dasha as she gave him the cold shoulder.

How could someone like him be interested in her? She thought, Ivy had no idea what could possibly possess the great Tony Stark to chase after the coldest woman in the world. He can have any woman spread their legs for him in mere seconds and here he was pestering Dasha for a date that most likely wouldn't end up with sweaty bodies that are molded together in heated lust.

"Who would've thought" Jak muttered catching Ivy's attention "That Dasha caught the eye of Tony Stark. She's one lucky woman"

"Yeah….she sure is"

I seriously can't thank you guys enough for the feedback I have been getting for this story and I update since I am going on a trip to visit my uncle and will be gone until Monday so hopefully this will fulfill your needs. please review