Chapter 154
Myra’s voice, like her presence, was gentle and soft, carrying no hidden force or aggression. It was a voice that could soothe, that could draw him in without effort. But Tony, despite his usual calm demeanor, felt the stirring of his emotions every time she spoke like that. How did she manage to control his feelings so easily? Even more so, how did she know exactly how to comfort him when his thoughts were clouded?
He couldn’t help but feel a strange satisfaction when she confessed that she’d gotten jealous. It was an unexpected confession, one that made him smile even before he could fully process it. That simple admission made something inside him shift, and before he could think twice, he took the initiative and kissed her.
The kiss was anything but gentle; it was fierce and demanding, as if he wanted to devour her whole. He pulled off the vest she was wearing and tossed it aside carelessly. The cool night air sent a shiver through her, but it wasn’t the chill she feared—it was the realization of what she had on underneath her dress. Her breath hitched, and before he could tear at the collar of her dress, she panicked and grabbed his hands.
“Wait… wait…” Her voice was frantic, her face turning a shade of crimson as she tried to catch her breath, her heart racing. She looked at him desperately, her eyes wide, almost pleading. “I haven’t showered yet… I… I want to shower first…”
She could feel the weight of the moment, the madness of the situation. In her haste, she had acted on an impulsive whim, but now she was fighting the urge to escape, to return to her apartment, to change out of these clothes.
But Tony had no intention of letting her go. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he looked down at her, his lips curling into a smirk. “Who was it that said I could do anything I wanted once we got home?” he teased, his voice low and provocative.
Her face reddened further, and she bit her lip, unwilling to let go of his hand. She couldn’t meet his gaze, turning her head away, trying to find some space in her mind to calm her racing thoughts. “I just… I just remembered I need to shower… Please, let me.”
Her voice was barely a whisper as she tried to explain herself, but Tony wasn’t listening. He picked her up in his arms, effortlessly lifting her as if she weighed nothing, and carried her upstairs. As he did, his gaze flickered to the plastic bag by the sofa, and something in his eyes shifted. A mischievous glint sparked, and a hint of amusement played in his features.
“By going to the bathroom, do you mean the bathroom in your house?” he asked with a smirk.
Myra’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How did you know?”
Tony chuckled softly, the sound deep and resonant as it vibrated through his chest. He could feel her growing embarrassment, and he took pleasure in teasing her, knowing that he had caught her in a lie. The way she looked away from him, flustered and floundering, was simply too charming.
“Don’t tell me you thought I wouldn’t notice,” he teased, his voice laced with amusement as he continued walking upstairs. “I have a bathroom here too, you know. You don’t need to go next door to yours.”
Myra’s body tensed at his words. He was teasing her, yes, but there was something more in his tone, something that made her heart race. She hadn’t expected him to know about the clothes, or the fact that she was wearing something… inappropriate. She felt the heat rise to her face as she recalled the box and the clothes he had prepared for her.
When they reached his bedroom, she was gently lowered onto the black velvet bed, the softness of the sheets swallowing her as her mind struggled to process everything. Tony’s presence loomed over her, his intense gaze making her feel even more exposed than she already was.
The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of the curtains in the breeze. The moonlight spilled through the window, casting a soft glow on Tony’s face as he looked down at her, a look of longing and admiration in his eyes. Myra, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the day, eventually fell into a deep sleep in his arms.
But even as she slept, Tony’s mind was occupied with thoughts of her. He couldn’t help but remember the outfit she had worn, the way it had aroused him, the way she had willingly given herself to him. But it was more than just physical attraction—there was something deeper, something emotional about their connection.
His thoughts shifted to her words from earlier. She had whispered to him in the quiet moments before sleep, “Tony, I don’t want anybody to think I’m using you. I don’t want Rachel or the others to get their hands on what belongs to my mother and me. I’m going to return to the Stark Group. I want to do this on my own… Let me try, okay?”
His heart clenched at the thought. He didn’t want to make things harder for her, but he couldn’t help but feel frustrated that she felt the need to prove herself this way. He wanted to support her, but he also didn’t want her to face unnecessary challenges.
“You don’t need to prove anything,” he murmured softly as he tightened his hold around her. “Try if you want to. I’ll be right behind you, whenever you’re ready to turn back.”
As they lay there together, Tony’s thoughts turned to the future, to what awaited them both. No matter what happened, he knew one thing for certain—he would always be there for her.
The next day, Myra decided it was time to return to the Stark Group. She had already made up her mind, but she didn’t want Tony to come along. She needed to handle this on her own, at least for today.
The car dropped her off at the bottom of Stark Tower, and she couldn’t meet Tony’s eyes. She still felt a sense of embarrassment from the night before, but she knew this was something she had to do.
Tony, ever the attentive man, had prepared a wardrobe full of clothes for her at his apartment, all her size, the tags still attached. She couldn’t help but think back to the time she had worn clothes he had picked out for her—clothes that fit her perfectly, as if he had known exactly what would suit her.
As the car came to a stop, she hurriedly opened the door, eager to get out. But just as she was about to step out, Tony grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. His teasing eyes met hers, and her heart began to race again.
Before she could react, he leaned in and kissed her deeply on the lips. She could feel the heat of the kiss burning between them. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against hers, his calm gaze meeting hers.
“I’ll pick you up from here in the afternoon,” he said softly, as if he already knew she would be staying at the Stark Group.
Myra was touched, and despite herself, she found her heart softening. She kissed his lower jaw in return and whispered, “Okay.”
With that, she stepped out of the car, watching as the black Maybach sped off. Her mind was a whirl of thoughts, but one thing was clear—Tony would always be there for her, no matter what she faced ahead.