Chapter (8) Stark Solution Program

Baxter Building,

42nd Street and Madison Avenue,

Manhattan, New York.

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In the sunlit presidential suite of the Baxter Building, Tony Stark enjoys breakfast at a polished mahogany table, overlooking Manhattan's skyline.

The room exudes elegance, with plush furnishings and gleaming chandeliers.

It's a tranquil start to a bustling day in the city, but the sins weighing on Tony's heart are enough to give him a headache about the future.

"You sure this will work?" Tony Stark asks in a somewhat perplexed tone, still stuffing chicken in his mouth alongside whiskey that doesn't even taste good.

"Damn it, this bastard canceled my VIP pass," he says.

Pepper Potts enters from behind, stepping in front of him while holding a file. She is a gorgeous, confident woman, radiating allure.

Wearing a fitted white t-shirt that accentuates her curves, she showcases her prime age and plump figure.

Her lively skin complements her attire.

Paired with a subtly provocative skirt that barely conceals her thighs, she confidently displays her tender, white legs to her boss.

Her demeanor exudes professionalism in certain aspects.... cough... cough... all in the name of business, of course.

"Boss, this is the only way. I'm sure if you want to clear your name and maintain a positive image...And I would appreciate it if you refrain from touching Unblossomed flower...You know .. There are others who will do anything for you, so why go after this ...flat cheste...teenage girls?" Pepper Potts says, her tone laced with resentment, as she hands him the file.

"You know, Pepper, looking back on it, that was a mistake. How was I supposed to know she wasn't 18? She looked mature... But you're right, there are plenty of other women out there who can do anything for me, like those in the film industry, and obviously, models from LA and Miami. Thanks for the enlightenment, Sweetie Pepper."

Tony quips in his typical brash tone, as memories of the indulgent services of those model sisters flash through his mind, suddenly igniting excitement in his body.

"You..." Pepper Potts stands up angrily and, without saying anything, walks away from the presidential suite.

It's not that Tony doesn't understand what she was implying, but he's personally in a phase where he's thinking with his lower body.

As a result, he ignores Pepper's affection simply because Pepper is nothing in front of the seductive beauty of those Tony had already banged.

At this time, Tony finds himself alone in the room. He stands up, walks towards the mirror, and sees the whole New York skyline.

"Damn, Darius. Just because I didn't attend your wedding, you cancelled my pass. I'll make you pay. Well, this bastard is also my friend. Looks like I have to atone for my sins. Giving him some sexy models for the night will do." After a while, he opens the black file in his hands and mutters,

"Stark Solution Program...kek..Doesn't matter after all l've always wanted to be philanthropic."

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Inferno Estate.

Evening, 7 PM

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Darius Inferno sits comfortably on the plush chair in their bedroom, watching as his wife, May, stands in front of the full-length mirror.

Their eyes meet in the reflection, a spark of desire igniting between them.

May, her cheeks flushed with shyness, is hesitant to change her clothes in front of her husband.

"Darius, I'm not sure about this. It feels... embarrassing... honey, can't you look away?"

Darius, unable to resist his wife's vulnerability, speaks.

"May, I love you. You love me, right? Then there's no need to feel shy around me. We've been married for days now. Tonight is a special occasion, and I want to see you in all your splendor. To be honest, I want all men to be jealous of me. In doing so, I have to assist you, right? Besides, is there even an inch of your body that I haven't seen? I've seen parts that even you don't know of... do you know you have a mole in your..."

"Stop it... don't say that," reluctantly, May urges, her eyes filled with both trepidation and love for her husband.

"Then move towards me, look at yourself in my eyes; they are brighter than the mirror, dear wife."

"Hmm..." she simply nods shyly.

And so she begins to undress, her fingers trembling slightly.

First, her gown falls revealing a pink short bra and panty. After a while, she hears Darius's sound.

"Wife, you should dress in new clothes completely. You know what I mean. Take this, forget it, let me help you," he gives her a pair of black underclothes.

"No, honey... I will do that on my own," May protests.

Of course, Darius listens to her; after all, after the party, he will obviously be the one to remove her clothes.

Thus, the remaining garment falls gracefully to the ground—a whisper of silk and lace, revealing her soft skin and delicate curves, completely open to adore.

Darius admires the beauty before him, his love for May growing with every passing moment, and so his lust.

"You are gorgeous, my dear," he murmurs, his voice full of adoration.

"Take your time, my love. Try on as many dresses as you wish. I want to see you in all your glory."

May blushes, her shy demeanor contrasting with the innate sensuality that radiates from her.

Feeling both desired and empowered, she selects the first dress she wishes to try on—a figure-hugging, midnight black gown with red roses pattern that enhances her hourglass figure.

As she slips the dress on, her fingers fumble with the zipper, and Darius steps forward to assist her.

His touch is gentle yet tinged with the longing of their shared desire.

"You are breathtaking, May," he murmurs, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "This dress clings to your curves in all the right places. I really feel like taking you down right now, but... guess we really have to go to the party."

Flushed with both embarrassment and excitement, May glances at herself in the mirror. Her reflection shows a woman transformed, her confidence growing with each passing moment.

"Do you really think so? Honey..." she asks, her voice filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty.

Darius nods, his eyes burning with love and passion.

"Absolutely. You are a vision of perfection, and I, Darius, have never lied when it comes to praising beauty."

At this moment, Darius hugs her from behind while embracing her soft waist with his hands as his head rests over her fragile shoulder.

May feels loved; never in her life was she this happy, as being desired by the man she loves is, of course, the best feeling in the world.

Thus she lovingly says,

"Honey, I still have to put on my lipstick."

There was no need to say more; Darius takes her head and clutches it with his both hand while he leans towards his petite wife and kisses her.

But this kiss is soft and gentle, one where they both close their eyes, just feeling the moment and wishing for nothing but happiness in their lives.

After a while, Darius too started dressing for the party.

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[A/N: Hey guys, I know some of you might feel like I'm stretching the story a bit, but I'm just trying to give our characters some depth. Also, I've decided that Pepper Potts won't be part of the harem because I want Iron Man to be Darius's true bro.]