Chapter 50: The Unexpected Playboy
The alarm clock rang loudly in the morning. Peter stretched lazily and got up in time. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he grabbed his toothbrush and began his daily routine.
"Aunt May, I'm heading to school now." After finishing the breakfast Aunt May had prepared—grilled sausage, milk, and fried eggs—Peter hopped onto the yellow school bus. Once his bus had driven off, May finished her own washing up and makeup.
Today was her first day at a new job. Looking proper and presentable was important.
Not long after, the sound of a car horn blaring impatiently came from outside. May Parker was confused. She distinctly remembered parking properly yesterday—it was impossible that her car was blocking anyone.
"Who's so rude!" May muttered angrily. Morning on a workday was the busiest time of the day, and yet someone was blasting their horn for no reason. If she wasn't worried about being late, she would have already dialed 911.
"You?" When she stepped outside and saw the culprit, May's expression changed. Before her stood a flashy man in an Audi R8, wearing tinted sunglasses and holding a large bouquet of pink roses.
"May, long time no see." Tony flashed what he thought was his most charming smile. And to be fair, in most cases, this move worked wonders on mature women across the globe.
But not on May. Her unemployment, in fact, was partly tied to this man.
The cause was simple: her former company had gone bankrupt after Stark Industries helped support a competitor that grew too strong. Of course, there was no conspiracy here—just business. As one of the world's largest weapons manufacturers, Stark Industries had no reason to target a small healthcare company. It was merely bad luck.
When an elephant steps on an ant, it doesn't remember the ant's name.
Tony had only happened to attend the liquidation meeting of her old company, by chance. That was when he first met May—who, after the company dissolved, had gone to a bar.
Perhaps alcohol was the best catalyst. That night, May Parker and Tony Stark ended up together.
A woman past her youth and a notorious playboy—it was a meeting of equals, no pretenses, no reservations. That night, both simply took what they wanted from each other.
Tony's greatest "strength" was his broad taste. May had always been attractive, with charm, a good figure, and a maturity that set her apart from the women who usually threw themselves at him.
During their brief time together, Tony realized May was actually a good, home-oriented woman. He even had Happy investigate her background. To his surprise, he learned that she had chosen to remain single for years in order to raise Peter Parker, not his mother but better than one in many ways. That only deepened Tony's respect for her.
Strictly speaking, May Parker was the rare "motherly type" in America—a role few women embodied. That night, Tony had genuinely felt something. But even if sixty percent of him was sincere, the remaining forty percent was driven by hormones. One can't expect a playboy to resist such impulses so easily.
"Didn't we agree last time? No more bothering each other." May's face darkened. She glanced around nervously. Thankfully, she lived in a relatively quiet area, with no neighbors nearby—otherwise, if anyone saw Tony Stark outside her house, she'd be tomorrow's gossip headline.
"I just happened to be passing by, happened to have flowers, and happened to see a beautiful woman. How can you call that bothering?"
Tony's charming smile didn't falter. Please—after all the women he'd been with, a little rejection was nothing. To him, this wasn't courtship. It was the hunt.
Yes, he was the hunter, and May Parker was the prey.
Still, even though that night with May had been unforgettable, today's appearance was just a whim.
"I need to get to work, and your car is blocking mine. Please move it." May was already pressed for time and urged him impatiently.
"Take my car. I guarantee you'll be on time." Tony had no intention of moving the R8.
May knew if she refused, she'd definitely be late. Tony's stubbornness was legendary.
"Fine. Drive." She gave in and got into his car.
The R8's acceleration was leagues beyond her old Chevy, so fast that May could barely keep her eyes open.
"Sorry, May. There's only one pair of sunglasses, and since I'm the driver, I guess you'll just have to manage."
Soon, they arrived at her workplace.
"This is where you're working now? Just a small company. Why not join Stark Industries instead?"
To Tony, "Uchiha Medical Center" was an awkward name, its grounds unimpressive, and though the equipment wasn't terrible, it was far from cutting-edge. In short: ordinary.
"Tony, my work is my own business. What would I do at Stark Industries—develop weapons? You really know how to make things difficult for me."
May refused his offer. She admitted Tony had his charm, but that wasn't a reason to become a trophy.
Tony pouted. Just like before, money had no hold over this woman.
"Hello, I'm May Parker. I'm here for onboarding."
Handling her paperwork was none other than Uchiha Mikoto. Since the medical ninjas in the clan were few and busy training, Mikoto had taken the initiative to help Minato with admin tasks.
"Hello. Remember me? I was the one who interviewed you yesterday. I'll help with your onboarding now."
Mikoto had been impressed by May's professionalism.
"Yes, I remember you." May looked a little embarrassed. Thankfully her interviewer was a woman—if it had been a man, she might never have shown her face again.
The playboy's eyes quickly shifted to Mikoto. If May's beauty lay in her maternal warmth, Mikoto's was in her unique blend of gentleness and strength, tinged with quiet melancholy.
Tony hadn't expected such a beauty in a small, unknown clinic. What drew him most was her aura, more than her looks.
After May's registration, Tony subtly distanced himself from her and stepped forward.
"Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Tony. Have you heard of me?" He extended his hand, playing the gentleman.
"I've heard of you. Tony Stark—a billionaire, genius inventor, and playboy. What is it? Do you need treatment?" Mikoto's sharp eyes immediately saw through his intentions.
"I'm also a philanthropist. Every year I donate hundreds of millions to charity—that's part of my worth, too. As for the playboy label—well, outstanding men naturally attract outstanding women. Yes, I've dated many, but none ever thought I was a scoundrel."
Tony introduced himself with utter seriousness, highlighting his "virtues."
Mikoto suddenly realized—everything Akira had said about this flashy man was true. Tony Stark's shamelessness really was on another level. The worst part was, his supreme confidence meant he never even thought of himself as shameless.
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