James Patrick March x reader

CHAPTER 21: embezzled informations

I rounded the corner and ran through the door leading to the stairs, but pressed the elevator door right before.
I ran up one floor and hid in one of the empty rooms for a while.

No one passed, opened a door, or even breathed. I was safe. So I went down to the bar.

"Liz." I said, and she made me a drink.

"What's wrong, love?" She asked.

"I double fucked up." I said and downed my drink.

"How? What? And who? Y/n?" Is all she asked.

"First, I ruin the countess' fun. Not wanting to fuck some rando. Then I pound on that detectives' door, forgetting that James isn't there right now. He chased me! Of course, he lost me. But still." I explained and sighed.

"Double oof." She said and made herself a drink.

"Any idea, what I should do?" I asked and let my head sink onto the bar.

"Go talk with the countess. Tell her all of this shit. Then find James and tell him as well. Then come back and drink with me." She said and chuckled. "Seriously though. You need to tell both."

I groaned, "for fucks sake."

Then I got up and went up to the countess' apartment once more.

"Ey, the fuck up is back." Said Donovan as soon as he saw me.

"Suck an egg." I said and presented him my middle fingers. "I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't want to ruin your fun. But I don't swing that way. I don't like doing that. Second thing is, I fucked up. There's this whole thing with that detective in 64. It's james' problem, do you know where he is?" I asked.

"You have a lot of nerve. I guess that's why I picked you, though." She sighed and rubbed her temple. "Fine. Go fuck James for all I care. You're no fun. Just don't fuck up anymore. You have to go out with us, but you don't have to fuck them." She said annoyed.

"Thank you." I said awkwardly.

"But y/n. Just know that you don't have to feel bad for poor James." She said mischievously.

"I'm sorry?" I asked.

"He's quite the player. Though I guess his partners don't really have a choice." She said, and my face fell.

"Necrophilia can lead to some nasty infections. I'd make sure he washes it before you two do it." She said and chuckled deeply. "You'll find him in room 78. That's his original room." She said.

Without another word, I left her apartment and set off to find James.
When I reached 78, I knocked on it so hard, I thought I'd knock it down.

"Y/n! Darling, so you've spoken with Elizabeth, how nice." He said and opened the door for me.

"Three things. One! Your detective chased me down the halls earlier because I forgot that he's in your room, office. Whatever. Two! Elizabeth almost made me fuck some rando. Donovan tried to kiss me to set the mood or whatever. But that doesn't matter right now because Three! You're a necrophile and didn't fucking tell me. Like the hell. Do you wash it? Do you fuck anybody you find or kill? Like, do we not have  something special? FUCK JAMES I fell in fucking love with you." I yelled as I walked circles into the carpet.

"Y/n! Calm down, my love!" He said and tried to grab me.

"Don't fucking touch me. Not until you've answered my questions!" I yelled and pushed him away.

"Y/n...." he said saddend and hurt. Then he sat down on the bed. He sighed, didn't look at me anymore.

"Fine. You know where to find me when you want to explain." I said and stormed out of his room.