His Darling

Chapter 1. Welcome to Hotel Cortez

Y/N POV:

I could hear beeping and shouting, you wouldn't think u would hear that in LA but it was rlly loud. The taxi cab pulled up outside the hotel me and my dad were staying at... but I knew it would be the perfect place for my plan... My dad was really abusive towards me ever since my mom died when I was 5. He was a cruel cruel cruel man. He was so much crueler before my mom died, he was horrible to her too but he claimed he loved her. We all know that's bullshit. I got out of the taxi and grabbed my belongings from the boot. I then stood outside the hotel and read the sign 'Hotel Cortez'. I had a good and bad feeling about this place. "Cmon y/n!!" My dad screamed at me snatching his suitcase out of my hand. I rolled my eyes because I was sick of his bullshit.

We walked in and I had a lollipop in my mouth. I strutted in there like there was no tomorrow trying to piss off my dad. It worked, I think. My curly long, brunette hair bounced whilst I walked in. I saw a women at the receptionist who gave me cleopatra vibes. I already knew this was the right place. "Well hello, how long will u be staying here?" Said the women with confidence. "5 nights, under the name Stone." My dad replied. I finished my lollipop and my tongue was red. "Is there a bin anywhere?" I asked the women at the desk. "yeah it's upstairs at the bar, u can just take them stairs." I nodded and went up the stairs and watched the women and my dad walk to the elevator with the bags.

I got to the top and looked for the bin. I finally found it and went to it and threw the lollipop stick In the bin. I turned around but then bumped into this tall, mysterious, old-style looking man. He reminded me of the 1920's. He gave me Gomez Addams vibes but much more hotter and crazy. "Now tell me my dear, you look a bit young to be at a bar." He said in his old-fashioned accent. I can't lie it did give me butterflies. He was interesting. "I was just looking for a bin. Besides, I'm 18, I'm old enough." I know what your probably thinking, y/n ur 18, why do u still stay with ur dad. Well as I said before, he's abusive but also controlling, so how would I escape. But before we even arrived at the hotel, I had a sinister plan.... That's not the point. "Well then, I can tell ur new. I haven't seen your presence here. I'm guessing your with that drunken man that just went into my elevator." He said proudly. "Oh my dad? Yeah. Wait are you the owner?" I questioned. "Yes! I am indeed. James Patrick March, pleased to make your acquaintance my dear." He said kissing my hand. I smiled "I'm Y/N stone. He grinned. Something about him is interesting, and I was eager to find it out.