𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. a careful ceo meets an intriguing spitfire with an unapologetic attitude.
𝐣.𝐛. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ▪︎ ceo and of bbrecords
record label & recording studio
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The next morning, Bucky rolled over, the comfort under her white duvet diminishing when he is met with an empty bed. The clock said noon and he realized they worked tomorrow and he had stuff to do today. Tattooed hands rub his eyes roughly before he stretches. When he slips into his jeans and walked into the kitchen, he is met with Poppy wearing nothing but an apron cutting fruit for making a compote.
He walked over to her and wrapped him arms around her waist, she quickly turned kissed his cheek and wiggled away. "No touching, Barnes. You woke me up at three in the morning obliterated. I'm making blueberry muffins and a strawberry compote, which you can eat." She giggled, "but this," she motioned to her body, "you can only look." She winked mischievously and turned to bend over and pull the muffins from the oven, he stared with jaw agape at her. She knew what she was doing. When she bent over she made sure to give him a full view. He let out a hummed moan that made her smirk as she lay the muffins out to cool, and the strawberries broke down.
"Oh, Poppy, you little tease, I actually have to run into work with Steve today to meet with someone. I can come pick you up for dinner?" He smiled as she frowned and nodded. He pressed a kiss on her cheek and squeezed her right ass cheek. She let out a yelp and quickly handed him a hot muffin in a wrapper. He picked up the muffin and took her hand, kissing every finger, "hopefully I'll earn a taste of you later, Baby."
"I'm sure you'll think of something," she smirked as she turned to stir the pot of berry. "Love you, Prinţesă," with one more kiss he was out the door and making the trip to BBR completely wrapped in thoughts of her.
The moment he left, Poppy finished her breakfast, leaving her kitchen a mess and hurrying to her office to start digging. After experiencing Nat and Olive, she needed answers. She started digging into Stark deeper, quickly delving deep into whatever her father has on his radar.
"Stark, you fuckin genius," she muttered as she found a deep lineup in income streams hidden away so deep. "Passive extortion, residual streamlining to multiple accou-...oh my gods," she whispers as she sees an account with her name on it, created the exact day she met her father. She clicked in and found his research, a plan to keep her distant from his organization.
She stared, jaw agape, Stark was easily the most powerful, most influential person in the entire city and she was clueless until right now. He had money streamlined to dozens of international accounts, and an account for her. He had plans to keep her safe from his enemies, she saw it all...or alot of it.
"Howard Stark," she hummed, "grandfather, you made a deal with the devil." She whispered as she continued delving into family secrets and powerful lies. Howard Stark was part of the beginning, the start of Hydra, the umbrella idea that will become the force that stops all evil, or so that's the 'truth' they spin.
