Chapter 1

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Character Introduction:

Ella Emiston was 18 and had just to moved L.A. California. Ella was 5'4, had brown hair, hazel eyes, and loved dancing. She didn't expect what happened when she went out looking for a job. Along the streets of Los Angeles, that's where she met Jack Gilinsky.

Jack Gilinsky had lived in L.A. for two years being a fuckboy and blowing his thousands on strippers. he was possibly one of the most attractive guys in Cali. Most girls thought it was a shame he wasted his gorgeousness in dark clubs and drunken nights. He didn't think he'd just run into a perfect girl while walking into a club.


Ella's P.O.V

I sat in my apartment alone on the floor. "I should probably go get an interview or something.." I sighed and got up. I checked myself out in the mirror. Cute enough. I grab my keys and jog out of my tiny apartment. While driving my tank decided to run out of gas. Wow. Great. I stopped against the curb and got out to call..wait..I HAVE NO FRIENDS HERE.And of course the garage wasn't open today. I sat in the front seat with the door cracked. Some guy ran into the car door and huffed "Watch where you open your door? I guess?" He chuckled and closed the door a little. "K" I just rolled my eyes "Do you know where a gas station is?" I asked as I opened the door more and hopped out. He scanned my body and raised his eyebrows a little. "Well there is a gas station in my room.." He smirked.


"Ok, I highly doubt that" I shook my head and opened google maps on my phone. "Awe babygirl, ya know I'm kidding." He said and stepped closer. "It's Ella, actually." I responded. Ok but I didn't mind babygirl. "Well, princess, where are ya heading anyway?" He smirked again. To be honest, could get used to that smirk...wait, no, no dating. "What's your name?" I ask and look at him. "Jack Gilinsky, but you can call me daddy" He winked. "Or nah. I was trying to get a job at this place and now they're closed and I can't get home..." I rambled and looked down. "I can give you a ride" Jack said and placed his hand on my hip. I rolled my eyes and blushed. "Fine." I mumbled and gathered my stuff. 


I walked behind him down the street. We stopped in front of some night club and I asked "What are we doing here?" I shrugged off the cold air nervously. "I just need to stop in. Plus, I could pull some strings and get you a job. You're hot enough to work here, I suppose." He pulled me into a back door and into a very large, smelly, loud club. "Gilinsky, sorry but this is terrible." I yelled in his ear. Strippers were dancing everywhere. "Just hold on" He yelled back and grabbed my hand; pulling me a tiny room where there were more strippers and guys. "Sammy! Aye, this is umm...Ella! Yeah, can she get a job?" He said to some blonde dude. 'Sammy' nodded "Yeah, uniforms in the closet." I mean working as a bartender can't be that bad?


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