Fifty Shades Of Parker : Peter parker x reader

XII : Mauve

See the flames inside my eyes,

It burns so bright, I want to feel your love.

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Parker's pov :

Teased her just enough, I let her to her room. For tonight we'll split up. It's annoyed me a bit seeing how she was so relieved that we didn't have to share a bed. Maybe she seriously never, ever wish to sleep with me?

I'm not in a rush. We'll take things very slowly as I want to keep our relationship long and strong. If she doesn't want to do it, it won't happen, not at least until she allows.

But that doesn't mean I can't come to visit her just a bit tonight.

I mean, really a little bit, just checking if she likes the place, nothing else.

I'm being honest, nothing else.

Like. For real.

I knocked on the door with a glass of champagne on another hand, it didn't take long for her to open up.

"Don't just open up for a stranger like that," I said, she didn't even ask if it was me.

"But you're no stranger to me." She said quietly.

"It could've been someone else." I let myself in, put the mauve bottle on the table.

"I'm sorry... next time I'll ask if it's you."

I sat on the bed, tapped on the black space next to me, jerked my face, telling her to sit there.

She sat down, watched me professionally poured the red liquid down the clear glass.

"We should have our secret code, don't you think, sir?" She asked.

"Secret code?"

"Keyword that only the two of us know, to assure that it's truly us."

I nodded. "Good idea, what should it be?"

She stopped to think. "'Lionhearted'? Perhaps?"

"Why?"

"I like the meaning of it, that's all. I have another idea but it's 'fidget spinner', and I kinda hate that thing now..." She murmured.

I shrugged. "Okay."

She smelled so good, maybe she just took a bath before I came. Roses was flowing around her. Okay, I'm going to admit, maybe I'm a f*****g pervert, but I'm rich so it's better to say 'A person who lacks moral'.

We shouldn't both be on the bed, or she would get attacked by a person who lacks moral like me.

"Hey, have you check the rooftop of this place yet?" I asked.

"No, sir."

"The view is gorgeous, want to take a look?"

She nodded without hesitation. I let her to the stairs. It seemed she had no idea there were stairs in her giant room.

"Marvelous. Isn't it?" I asked softly, the wind was blowing in our hairs.

"Indeed..." She watched the city lights with the softest smile, somehow it was strong enough to loosen my heavy heart.

I let her enjoyed the moment without interrupting her. She was staring at the view, she found it pretty. I was staring at her, I found her perfect.

Her eyes were still at the city underneath us for a while, it then moved to the sky.

"I can barely see the stars." She told me.

"The city lights are too bright," I told her.

"So Ican't see both beauties."

"It's a pity."

"Will you get bored of me?"

Where the hell did that came from?

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What?"

She looked down. "I feel like..this is not permanent. Not being a drama queen or anything, I just pointing out the truth. What will happen when you get bored of me?"

"..."

"Right now I'm leaving my life in your hands, I need to know that even when you leave me I can stand back on my own feet again."

I sighed, she still cannot see the whole picture.

"Listen to me," I said slowly, looking at her right in the eyes, cast a spell so she can't look away.

"I don't want you like a plaything, or someone I hang out with for a couple of months. I want to spend my time with you forevermore, I never wanted to do that with anyone."

"Wow..." She whispered. Yes, Ms. (L/n). Wow indeed. Even I wowed at myself.

"One thing I can assure is that I like you, and I know you are too. For what you were asking, the right words of us is what I hope to be 'lovers'."

"..."

"And even if one day anything goes wrong, you will be fine. I promise I'll make sure you will."

She listened to me carefully, then slowly nodded. A little smile bloomed on her lips.

"Forevermore, you say?" She asked.

"Forevermore, I say," I replied.

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Your pov :

"You want anything else?"

"A cup of coffee would be nice."

The next morning I was all sleepy. Even after we split up yesterday, his words haunted me down. I barely ate the breakfast this hotel prepared for.

"You seem tired." He said, carefully watching me struggle with cream and sugar.

"I didn't get much sleep last night, sir."

"Because?"

Of you.

"Just... not familiar with the place, that's all." I lied.

He nodded. "Anyway. We have to discuss your life from now on without me."

"Without you?" I hate the sound of that.

"I mean school, or at Caulfield's, even at my tower when I'm busy."

"Oh? I guess it will completely change."

"It will turn upside down. Be prepared for that." He told me without any expression at all.

The waitress walked in, reminding me of myself. Except she was flirting with Mr.Parker hard.

"Do you want anything else, sir?" I held in my laughter, she squeezed her body for her boobs to look bigger.

Peter didn't even look at her, his eyes were neither on me or the newspaper. "No." He replied.

"But I do..." I told her.

"Oh? Alright. What would you like?" She said with a boring face.

"Madam."

"What?"

"When you ask a customer, you have to add Madam," I told her with a blank face, then surprised by myself a little.

Mr.Parker noticed, he smiled.

The waitress almost couldn't hold her anger. "I apologize....What would you like, Madam?" Her voice sounded low through her teeth.

"Fill my glass, please."

"Sure thing." She walked away.

I watched her, then pouted at the spoon on the table. She knew I was with him, yet still trying to flirt. No shame at all.

I sensed Mr.Parker staring at me with a smile like he was proud or something. "What, sir?" I asked.

"I just never saw you throwing shade at anyone."

"I learned it from the professional."

I smirked, he smirked back.

Oh no... I went back to being sleepy again. I daydreamed that I saw myself on the TV behind Mr.Parker's back.

Wait. That wasn't a dream.

"Is that us?" I asked. He turned around.

'Later last night, we were reported spotted Peter Parker, our favorite, young, handsome superhero or the CEO of Parker industries going out on a date in Las Vegas with a mysterious young girl...'

"Oh...no..." I groaned, Mr.Parker listened to the news carefully.

'...Sources say that her name was (Y/n) (L/n), Parker's own employee, 17 years old, but what confuses us is that they were definitely going out as a couple. What could this mean? Are they really in love? Or was she just another gold digger?'

What the hell? That is so rude. How can the media just speak whatever they think when they have no idea about the truth?

"Are you alright?" He asked, I still stared unbelievably at the screen.

"No. I'm not. They can't just put whatever they took a picture of and put it there for the whole world to see, it's not right, Sir."

"It happens all the time. Hey, listen." He reached out for my hand, distracted me from other distractions. "We know the truth, and that's enough."

"...It's just, all the person that knows me will spread that rumors everywhere."

"I understand."

"A friends, that already hates me, a teacher, nurses at the hospital, my little brother, my--brother--"

He watched me confusedly. "Your brother what?"

"My brother is behind you."

He turned around as we watched Jason got secretly dragged by a very tall mans down the casino, he was all messed up, covered in blood.

"What the hell is he doing here..."

"Wait? Your brother is that Jason?" His face was a little surprised, somehow mixed up in guilt.

"Yeah, Jason (L/n). My little brother."

"I thought your Jason would be like 15."

"No, he's adopted, he's a month younger than me."

"Oh... f**k me."

He said f**k so aesthetically.

"Why, sir?"

"Honey. I think all the debts from gambling your brother owned, is to me."

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