Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Young and Beautiful - James Patrick March

Chances of me attending a party were slim, but I somehow found myself outside a hotel at my friend's invitation. The craze for her latest role had landed her being invited to more prestigious events, such as the grand opening of the Hotel Cortez. The building was enormous and ravishing from the outside, but the interior was most captivating. As an aspiring designer, I'd witnessed many attempts to perfect this style, but none had that richness; only the finest mind could pull off such an elegant look.

My friend was too busy making new connections to notice I'd left her side. While everyone partied, I wandered and admired every detail I found, but I wasn't the only person who couldn't focus on the event. A handsome black-haired man had been pursuing me; he was the most dashing fellow I'd ever witnessed and very elegant in stature. Whenever I'd catch him, he'd strike up a conversation with whoever was nearby to cover his ground, but he was not as sly as he thought; every time we'd lock eyes, he couldn't help but look away. It seemed we were playing a game of cat and mouse, and it would only be a matter of time before the cat pounced. The man strolled over to me as I stared at the chandelier.

"Evening, Miss. I don't believe I've had the time to meet your acquaintance. The name is March. James Parick March and you are," he introduced.

My attention switched as I looked at him. His eyes were dark and romantic, pulling me into an alluring gaze. He held a champagne bottle, so I assumed he was a worker. He was still appealing, regardless of his status.

"Y/n. Y/n L/n. It's a pleasure," I greeted.

"It's a pleasure, indeed, Miss L/n. I must say, I saw you standing over there, and you took my breath away. Tell me, have you shown up here with someone," he quizzed.

"Yes, at my friend's invitation. Clara Smith. I believe I saw you speaking to her earlier," I answered.

"Ah, the movie star. She'd informed me she'd bring a friend, but she never told me how exquisite you were," James complimented.

Flattery must've been his strong suit because I couldn't stop smiling at him, no matter how much I tried. If being a charmer was a spell, he would be the most powerful warlock. It was hard for me to continue to look at him directly as he smiled, showing off his beautiful dimples.

"Why, thank you, Mr. March. I think you'd be astonished to know Clara hadn't informed me about how handsome you would be either," I countered.

"Well, here we are, but I should thank her as the mystery was worth the revelation. Might I get you anything to drink," he acknowledged.

I shook my head as I looked toward the floor

"I appreciate the offer, but no thank you. I don't drink," I proclaimed.

"Is that so? Well, you don't hear that too often. Might I ask why," he questioned.

"If you must know, I feel I can't appreciate the beauty of things when inebriated, such as right now. This building is remarkable. I've never seen such perfection, but if I were intoxicated, it would just be another hotel- and that wouldn't be fair to the magnificent owner. Whoever they are, they have impeccable taste," I declared.

"Well, that is something we can agree on- if you'd excuse me for one moment," James requested.

James walked into the middle of the floor and called for everyone's attention. Everyone gathered around him as he began to give a speech, thanking everyone for coming and expressing his excitement for the future of his hotel; he barely took his eyes off of me as he did so. Applause roared throughout the party as he popped the cork off the bottle he held and made a toast. I had to admit, he'd swept my feet once again. After shaking a few hands, he walked back toward me.

"How about I re-introduce myself? My name is James Patrick March, and I am the magnificent owner of this hotel," he introduced.

"Once again, it's nice to meet you, Mr. March. You sure enjoy making a scene, don't you," I joked.

"While I do love theatrics. I prefer to make an impression. Might I ask if it worked," he questioned.

"What would transpire if it did," I questioned.

"Whatever you desire."