Close Your Eyes

Dasha crossed her legs as she watched Happy being pummeled by his boss; well, their boss, but she refuses to say such a word. She quietly sat in a chair making sure that they didn't have severe injuries in Tony's words, but the worse was a bloody lip. Her attention quickly was moved to Pepper as she waltzed in asking for Tony to sign paperwork.

"I'm on Happy time."

The doctor watches Tony dance around Happy, giving a few punches before elbowing the poor man in the face. Shock spread across the Happy's face, "What was that?" Tony apologized before he explained it was Mixed Martial Arts that has been around for three weeks or so. "No, that's called dirty boxing there's nothing new about it."

Dasha quietly looked over to the other side to hear high heels making a leisurely entrance. The busty red head walked in with confidence as she eyed the two men in the ring; what was she doing here? That was when she remembered that Tony was looking for a new assistant.

He would pick her no doubt. She was easy on the eyes and probably a great distraction from doing whatever he wanted, if this woman was his new toy then so be it. Dasha watched as the scenes unfolded. Tony was easily distracted by the new woman as she was occupied with Pepper. Dasha rolled her eyes as Tony quickly got rid of Happy by kicking him.

Tony being as rude as he is, pointed at the red head, "What's your name lady?"

"Rushman. Natalie Rushman." When Tony asked her to come over Dasha quirked a brow. Was he going to put the moves on her here and now? She had to see this. The more she watched Natalie the more she realized she wasn't a typical woman, something was off with her and the quick glance the red head gave her to was a little weird.

The little stare off between Tony and Natalie as somewhat amusing seeing as Tony had to pry his eyes away from hers and asked Happy to give her a lesson. When Tony was on his way to sit next to Pepper, he whistled to gain Dasha's attention. Her eyes flickered over as he made a motion for her to join them.

Dasha frowned and settled more into her seat that was perfect distance that she had with Tony. "Babe, can you come here for a second?" ]i\Please tell me that he isn't calling me babe. "Dash, I'm talking to you." If there is a God send a bolt of lightning to fry his ass.

Begrudgingly, she stood up and walked over to the two. Tony patted the arm of his chair; there was no way in hell she was going to sit there like a freaking whore. Standing behind him, she crossed her arms standing there in silence. "Are you mad at me again?" Dasha didn't utter a word. "I love you too babe."

Her jaw tightened at the loving title. That one is really going to stick around; usually his nicknames fade within a few minutes only being called by them once, but he used a few more than several times in a matter of minutes and she knew the protocol by now.

While Natalie was getting a lesson by Happy, Tony was doing a background check and roaming through her file, she can say he was fairly impressed. He already made up his mind that she was going to be chosen, but she rolled her eyes when he enlarged a photo of her in lacy lingerie.

"Did you model in Tokyo?" He asked Pepper and then lifted his head towards Dasha as if the question pertained to her too.

"Does it look like I model, Stark?" Before he can answer Natalie easily pinned Happy to the floor. Pepper cried out for the poor man in a choke hold while Tony was completely amused. Dasha walked into the ring to take care of Happy who reassuringly said he was fine.

"Let me check. It's protocol, remember?" Dasha muttered.

Happy grumbled as she checked his organs and heat beat, "How does it feel to get your ass handed to you by a woman?" A smirk crossed her lips. She couldn't help herself. Dasha has only seen a few instances where a woman took a man by surprise and beat him down within seconds.

The beaten man rolled his eyes, "Very funny."

"It was. I thought you should always keep your guard up?" Dasha smiled, remembering the lesson that he gave her. She wasn't into boxing, but her taekwondo experience did give her some level of confidence to be in the ring with a man. "You're clear."

"I told you." Happy mumbled as he stood up from where he was sitting.

Tony hopped into the ring again after officially making Pepper CEO of his company. "I hope you know I didn't forget about you, Ms. Swan."

"I wish you did." She grumbled. Happy chuckled as Tony stood mere inches away from her with a smile on his face. "Why are you smiling so much?" Tony didn't say a word as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders; she tried to pry his filthy hands away from her, but failed.

"How would you feel if I told you, you were coming to Monaco with me?"

"I would ask you to pinch me and wish this was a nightmare." Tony pinched Dasha in the arm softly, but still earned a smack upside the head before he smiled.

"I guess this is your worst nightmare, babe because you are coming with." A groan fell off her lips as she grumbled about going to some stupid thing she had no idea why they were heading there. Dasha didn't care or didn't want to know because what bugged her most was Tony was going to be sticking by her side most of the time.

Now here she was sitting in the middle with Tony on one side and Pepper on the other as they drove to Hotel de Paris. Dasha pulled down on her white pencil dress when the perverted hands of the billionaire tried to expose more of her leg.

"Stop touching me."

"You are dating a billionaire babe, how can I not touch you inappropriately." Dasha glared at the stupid man before glancing at Pepper who was giving her a sympathetic look. Once the car stopped, Tony got out and waved to the crowd before stepping back and offering a hand towards his girlfriend.

Locking her jaw, Tony muttered, "Remember I'm paying you." Why did she feel like a prostitute when he said that? Taking his hand, he pulled her smoothly out of the car as the piercing screams of the crowd made her wince. Tony naturally wrapped an arm around her waist as they walked into the hotel with Pepper trailing behind. "Oh and for the next twenty minutes, just go with it." He said to Pepper.

"Go with what?" Pepper was utterly confused and Dasha shrugged off the arm around her waist, stepping next to Pepper. Then there she was. Natalie Rushman, the woman Pepper denied Tony from the first meeting. Natalie informed Tony of what was to be expected from him.

Then there was a flash that blinded her, Dasha looked at the cameraman snapping photos left and right of the three. "Smile." Tony instructed as the three took a photo before taking one with just Dasha. Having being ushered to one table across the room, Dasha smiled at the oncoming people.

"You must be the infamous Dasha Swan." The woman turned around to see a heavy set man walking her way. Dasha smiled, hoping it didn't come off as fake. Shaking her hand, he said, "I have heard so much about you."

"From St—Tony?" Dasha quickly saved herself from the embarrassment; she didn't want to cause a slip here. She knew this was all an act and Tony somehow got her to cooperate along with adding the money dilemma. The man shook his head.

"No sweetheart. Your beautiful face is splash all over the tabloids. You are quite the spit fire, aren't you?"

Dasha's smile faded as she was confused as to what photos he was talking about. Then it hit her, the multiple times where she ignored the paparazzi and treated Tony however she wanted was put on display for the world to see. "So tell me why you stay with someone who doesn't make you happy? Is the sex that amazing or does the money turn you on?"

"Excuse me?" Dasha growled, narrowing her eyes at the man.

"I'm sorry darling, but someone like you being with someone like him can only mean one or two things. You are either broke or want to be a leech or there for the pleasure."

Dasha's temper was about to spill over as she glared at the ignorant fool that was in front of her. This was why she didn't want to be associated with Tony in any way. Everyone starts to make assumptions about her with the little data they have of her. "For your information-" Her fiery rant was cut short when Natalie stepped in front of her.

"Will you excuse us, Mr. Bowman?"

The older man smiled at the red head, "Of course. I'll still want that answer, Ms. Swan."

When she was steered away from the asshat, she grumbled, "I'll give it to you. My foot up your ass."

"Ms. Swan, I hope you know that everything you do should be monitored at your own accord. You are in the eyes of the tabloids and if they catch wind of you knocking out some poor man that can cause unnecessary attention."

Dasha gave the woman a look, "You are telling me this? Tony is the definition of unnecessary attention." She crossed her arms while staring at Natalie. Where did this woman come off from? Thinking she had the authority of telling her what to do just because Tony hired her as his personal assistant.

"Because you are his lover, aren't you? It's my job to keep both of you in check." Dasha grimaced at the 'L' word. It sends shivers down her spine. "Why don't you accompany Tony like a girlfriend supposed to do?"

Dasha grumbled as she walked around to find Tony, she waved at a few people who greeted her first. It was awkward having people know her before even meeting them, she was probably the new face of being a gold digger. When she finally found Tony standing next to Pepper at the bar, his eyes quickly went towards her.

"Where were you?"

"None of your business." She mumbled.

Suddenly she got a weird tingling sensation crawling down her spine, "Anthony is that you?"

"My least favorite person in the world, Justin Hammer." Tony offered him a fake smile while Justin nodded towards Pepper and Dasha. She stood beside Tony, fidgeting as she heard her heart pounding from within her chest.

"You're not the only rich guy here with a fancy car and a beautiful girlfriend." Justin grinned as his attention was now on the woman who was wishing she can turn invisible or teleport somewhere else. "Da, so nice to see you again." Dasha forced a painfully obvious uncomfortable smile on her face.

"Can't say I feel the same way, Hammer."

Justin laughed as he pointed at the doctor beside the billionaire, "She has always been a spitfire. Even when we were dating."

"Wait, what?" Tony turned towards Dasha, "You dated him?"

"That's right, Stark. We were happily together for three years, engaged for a few months. How does it feel to get sloppy seconds?" Justin seemed a little too happy with the outcome of all of this. He wasn't aware of Dasha dating Tony until the tabloids confirmed it themselves. Dasha grinded her teeth as she glared at the shorter man with hate.

When Justin tried to wrap his arm around Dasha, she quickly dodged him and gave him a warning glare. "Still mad at me after two years? Da, I thought you would have gotten over me by now. You have Anthony now, you should enjoy your time with him while it last."

"If you keep calling me that I will cut off your balls and shove them down your throat, but then again it probably would be easy for you to swallow with how little you are." Dasha glanced down before her dark eyes flickered back up with a victory smile. Justin pursed his lips before he took a step back and introduced Christine the Vanity Fair reporter that Tony probably screwed no doubt.

Dasha then silently stood back, not wanting to gain more attention to herself with a reporter being there, but sadly she was not over looked. In the midst of Justin and Tony have a battle of wits which Justin was losing terribly? Christine leaned towards Dasha, "So you're the woman that has stolen Tony Stark's whatever that is pumping blood through his body that keeps him alive."

"That's me." She choked out. As much as she rather not confirm it herself, she has been hounded before after the initial announcement of her tagging along wherever he went. People started to assume they were together and Tony has not once denied any of the claims.

"How did you manage to do that?"

"Maybe because I wasn't swayed by his words and spread my legs at the chance I had one." Dasha smiled before walking away from the three. She had enough and her head was just spinning with everything that has happened. She had a feeling she shouldn't have been here and seeing Justin the first time should have been a warning in itself. Sighing angrily, she took a glass of chardonnay and gulped it down.

"Easy there, Da. Don't want you to choke and give you CPR. Actually that won't be so bad if that happened." Dasha frowned as she spun around at the amused look on his face, "Da? Seriously? Is that all he can come up with? Not only does he lack in the intelligence department, but also the creative side too. Pathetic is an understatement. Maybe pitiful? Anyways, you were with Hammer? How in the hell did that happen?"

"I rather not talk about it." She grumbled snatching another glass off the table. Why can't she just drown her drama in peace?

Instead she was being hovered by Tony; he kept bugging her until she snapped. "I was young and stupid, alright? Now leave me the hell alone." She hissed lowly before storming out of the area. Dasha rather not explain anything to anyone and she had a feeling this was going to hit the tabloids as well.

Just great; they have another clear example why I am the gold digger.

She walked towards the tables where Tony was appointed to sit, but only saw Pepper there. The strawberry blond woman glanced up at the distraught woman, "You and-"

"Not now Pepper." She said softly as she sat down.

Pepper grew concerned when Dasha covered her face with her hands as she slowly breathed in and out. "Are you okay?" A comforting hand landed on her upper back as her friend tried to comfort the frazzled woman. Then after a few minutes, she recollected herself and sat up straight.

"Let's just eat."

As they were about to get ready to order, Tony's voice rang through the area. Both women looked up to see Tony in a racing suit talking about the benefits of owning a racing company. "You've got to be kidding me." Dasha mumbled.

"Natalie," Pepper called out, "Did you know about this?"

"This is the first of me knowing of this. May I help you?" Natalie replied professionally.

"Yes, get me Happy." Both women's eyes were still on the screen as Dasha kept thinking about one thing. Can Tony get any dumber than this? Apparently so.