The Hotel Cortez (a fanfic)

Chapter 1

Lauren Foxx is a model looking for a new agent, and she figured what better way to do that then go looking around in Los Angeles.
She planned on being there for a little while so she decided to check into a hotel. That hotel was The Hotel Cortez.
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When she got up to the reception desk, no one was there. She rang the bell and it echoed through the lobby. Then, a lady with silver-gray hair came through a door on the right.
"I'm Iris. How can I help you?" she asked with a grin.
"I'll be needing a room for a few weeks." Lauren responded, as she pulled out a wade of cash.
"Few weeks? Hmm. Let me guess, you're a model." said Iris taking the hundreds.
"Yeah. How'd you know?" asked Lauren with shock. Not many people get that first impression of her.
"It's obvious. Come into Los Angeles, get a room for a few weeks.. Let's just say, I've had my fair share." said Iris, looking over to the hotel's staircase.
"Why hello. Ms...?" said a man walking down to the lobby.
"Foxx." said Lauren, finishing his sentence.
"Ah, I'm Will Drake.. The new owner of this hotel. We're delighted to have have you." he smiled, giving her a hand shake.
"Well... It's nice to meet you. You have a lovely place here." said Lauren looking around.
"Eh, it's only what you make of it. I heard you say that you were into modeling?" he asked while checking her out.
"Um, yes. I'm actually here to find a new agent. I'm from New York but... It didn't seem to work out to well." said Lauren, grasping the handle of her suitcase.
"Well.. I'm no agent. But I do have some connections. I'm a fashion designer... that's mainly the reason I bought this place. If you were to have checked in a few nights ago, you could've caught a glimpse of one of my shows. Perhaps, I help you to your room?" asked Will with a smile.
"Oh no, it's fine. I only have my suitcase.. but I will definitely keep in touch." said Lauren as she started heading for her room.
"Ms. Foxx? You're key." said Iris as she held it up.
"Oh sorry. It's been a long day."
Lauren walked back over to the desk and Iris handed her the key.
"Room 65." she smiled.
"Thank you." said Lauren, and then headed back for the elevator.
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The hotel gave her these weird vibes. Almost like she was isolated.
But she figured that maybe it was because she had just got off a plane.
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When Lauren got up to the second floor, there was man wearing nothing but a white robe and tight underwear; walking down the hall.
"Hey." he said with a deep raspy voice.
"Hi." said Lauren as she searched for room 65. He passed her by, but then turned back around.
"Are you new?" he asked while adjusting his crotch.
"Yeah. Why?" she said, realizing that room 65 was right in front of her.
"Oh. Well, I'm Tristan. You wanna hangout later?" he asked as he licked his lips.
"Um... Maybe. I still need time to get settled in. It was nice meeting you though." she said brushing him off.
"Alright. Well don't say I didn't ask you." said Tristan as he continued down the hall.
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Lauren found him attractive, but couldn't get past his cocky attitude. She slid her key in and entered the room. Then, she plopped her suitcase down on the bed, and began to empty it out.
The smell of fresh linens filled the air. She took a deep breath, and grabbed the ice bucket from the top of the dresser.
When she went out into the hall, the light above her started to flicker. Then suddenly, she heard the giggling of a little boy. It frightened her; so she walked faster as she searched for the ice machine.
As she quickly turned the corner of the hallway, she bumped into a man and dropped the bucket.
"I'm so sorry." she said reaching down to pick it up.
"No, I should've been paying more attention... I'm Donovan." he said with a smile.
His heavenly voice caught her attention.
"Hi. I'm- I'm Lauren." she stuttered, as she gazed into his baby blue eyes.
"Are you new?"
"New?" Lauren questioned.
"Yeah. Like new to the hotel."
"Oh yeah, I just checked in... Do you perhaps know where the ice machine is?" she chuckled.
"Yeah. Just follow me." said Donovan as he led the way.
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Meanwhile, Tristan was laying on The Countess's bed. She came around the corner in a red dress.
"Hey babe, I have a question..." he said, standing up on the mattress.
"What is it, my dear?" she said as she walked towards him.
"There's a new girl that just checked in... When can we kill her?" asked Tristan with a smirk.
"Oh sweetheart. We have to get to know her first." she said as she rubbed her hand against his abs.
"Fine." Tristan hopped down from the bed, and went in for a kiss.
"Get dress. We have a party to attend to." she said as he kissed her neck.
"Okay. And by the way, what's your name? You never told me." said Tristan, searching for his pants.
"Elizabeth... My name is Elizabeth."