HBC One Shots

Party & pleasure (Elizabeth Taylor x Reader)

Y/n's POV

Elizabeth and I have known each other for quite a while. I am actually her assistant. Oh and I'm also very attracted to her. How can you not be? Her beauty is literally captivating and those mesmerising doe eyes she has. The always-charming and witty personality. Not to mention her tit- jesus christ y/n, get a grip...

Today, the whole cast went out to celebrate and relax. Her and her ex husband, Richard, has been playing in the act called Private Lives. The tension is all time high and I fear that Elizabeth's obsession with Richard might get her into either trouble or mental breakdowns. But that's not my problem, even though I will be the one she will cry her heart out about Burton...just as usual.

Anyways, the party has already started and Elizabeth, as always, was the life of the party. She was wearing a light purple dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Liz was tipsy, dancing and having the time of her life. I was standing near the bar, when she came up to me. "Come on, y/n, dance with me" I chuckled "I don't really like dancing Liz"

This woman has never took no as an answer. "Please, y/n" looking up to me with her doe eyes while pouting (who the fuck could say no to that???). "Fine" I sighed, she grabbed my arm and we were on the dancefloor. Her arms around my neck while I was holding her waist. Liz was moving so sensually without no effort, I was literally hypnotised (and turned on...).

I got out of my trance when she suddenly let me go while looking around and landing her eyes on someone. That someone being the "lovely" Richard Burton of course..."Richard!" she shouted and suddenly it felt like her tone changed up to 1 octave. Since I felt a bit hurt (my attachment issues showing, nothing new), I went to get the greatest solution to the problem: alcohol. I was walking to the bar, looked back and saw that Elizabeth was dancing with (and on) Richard.

"Rough night?" Asked the bartender as I was ordering 2 shots of tequila. "Yeah" I said after the first shot. "Wanna talk about it? I'll have a 15 minute break" she chuckled. "You know what? Yeah, I do" after my second shot I was tipsy and the alcohol, as we all know, makes people talk. So I told her about my crush and the whole situation, leaving out the fact that we are talking about THE Elizabeth Taylor and THE Richard Burton. "Sorry to interrupt that chaos of yours, but Ms. Taylor has been watching my like a hawk for the last five minutes" Jen told me while looking quite uncomfortable.

"What?" a bit shocked I looked over my shoulder to see Liz looking at the bartender and if looks could kill, poor Jen would be 6 feet under by now. Wait, was she jealous? Suddenly Ms. Taylor, all sobered up, got up to me "Y/n, we're leaving. I'm bored and tired, let's go" growled Liz while burning holes into Jen's skull. "Thank you so much for listening to my pathetic story" "Oh please, it's nothing. Have a great night" answered Jen putting a kiss on my cheek.

Elizabeth was now impatient, annoyed and a bit jealous (although she would not admit it), "Y/n let's fucking go!" insisting like a 5 year old child in a candy store. I smirked a bit but started to go to the parking lot with her, where her driver was waiting for the actress. "To the hotel" she flatly stated. "Liz, I have to get home" I whispered to her. "No, y/n, you will stay with me" "But-" "I've already decided" she was looking out of the window, not even bothered to look at me. Fuck that was hot. Her being demanding and stubborn always make my knees shake.

The drive to the hotel was as quiet as you could imagine. We got out of the car, went to up to the hotel room. The actress just bursts into her room, slumped to the couch. I sat next to her, playing with my hand due to the anxiety I felt. "I have to take a shower" she announced. "Okay" while she was showering I got to take a look at the room. It was huge and nicely decorated, with antique furniture, paintings and this was only the living room! I sat down on the couch just waiting for her. She got out of the bathroom in a white nightgown with some patterns on it and a matching robe which was quite transparent.

"I assume you enjoyed the party" she asked with a snarky tone while sitting down next to me. I didn't understand why was she like this. At the party there was nothing wrong with her, and now she's as cold as ice. I had enough of this bullshit mood swings.

"What's you problem Elizabeth?" I responded, maybe with a bit too strong attitude. However at this point, I couldn't care less. "Excuse me?" Liz wasn't used to her being questioned and with that attitude y/n gave her??? Absolutely no way. "I asked what's your problem? You were more than fine at the party and now you are acting like I did something wrong". The words just poured out of my mouth like I had no time to waste. After some silence filled with tension, that you could cut with a knife, she looked me dead in the eye and said:

"You did"

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Heyyy
This is the first part of the one shot I've ever written. Hope you enjoyed it❤️
I wrote totally 3 parts of this, so if u want me to publish it, do tell.
Have a great day loves!

Ps. Sorry for the mistakes (English is not my first language, but I proof read it more than once so hopefully it's not a mess💀)