Kidnapped

CHAPTER FIFTY

-ARES SEIDON >

I caught a glimpse of a bean-shaped pool further into the hotel's back property. They went all out with the decorations, colors ranging from white, gold, and red carpets everywhere. It all fitted the description of royalty. 

The staff of this hotel never disappointed me. I generally don't even give a shit, but the glint in Angel's eyes was worth seeing. Her usually narrowed gaze was wide with wonder. A siren gaze turned to doe.  

Trumpets sound, and rows of staff start walking up to us. All eyes follow the movement and before I know it, the staff bow, rising with smiles on their faces. People around us parted as a result, knowing exactly what was happening. 

"Welcome, Your Highness." The head staff walks up to us with a white pillow, the crown of a king sitting on it. 

"Parden?" Angel raises an eyebrow. 

"Good evening, Ms. Torrono. My name is Bella Macchia, I am the head of the staff of King Hotel. I addressed you as a King should be addressed. Normally we are supposed to address you as Queen, but the late King made it a rule that no matter the gender, his legacy will be addressed as Kings."

I heard a scoff leave her lips as she rolled her eyes. "Typical." She muttered. "Okay, what is supposed to happen now?" 

"Your coronation. The late Chairman was supposed to traditionally crown you for your coronation, Ms. Torrono, but you may choose whoever is close to you for this honor." She completes with a smile. 

Angel looks around her. I could practically smell the self-consciousness dripping off of her. "I don't have—"

Without thinking I speak. "I'll do it,"

Both eyes snap to me, and two females walk up to me with what looks like a huge white blanket, with two more colors peaking through the blindingly white fabric. 

My eyebrows shot together, confused. "The fuck is that?" 

The head staff bites back a smile. "You will be the acting archbishop. Pictures will be taken after the small crowning so that we will commemorate the moment just as it was done for the previous chairman." 

I grit my teeth, glaring at the white clothes. 

"You don't have to do this." I hear Angel murmur.

The last thing I want is to make her-already anti-social, socially awkward, and social anxiety having ass feel pressured or embarrassed. 

I hate that I feel defeated. "Do I have to get naked?" 

The staff closer to us burst into fits of giggles. This alone makes Angel snort.

I wasn't joking. 

"No, Mr. Seidon. We only need to slip these on you, fully clothed." The girl holding the white says. I nod, signaling for the girl to dress me up. Her including two more girls, hurry on with two more pieces of clothing. Haven't seen myself yet, and I'm already dying of humiliation. 

The crowd always enjoyed these kinds of ridiculous extra shows during events. I never thought my life would come to this. I never even paid attention to this shit. 

"Looking good, Ares." Heathe pulls up with the rest of the nuisances and their Uncles. "Is it too late for you to handle this?" I gaze directly at Uncle Luca, whose eyes are filled with amusement. They all were enjoying this. 

I did this to myself. Then I noticed some people start to film me. Great. I can read the headlines already. 

Founder of Seidon Tech spotted at King Hotel, dressed as an archbishop.