hotel.

Chapter 15

i want things to start happening in the story but i also need to build it up more ya feel?? I'm mad bc my iMessage isn't working on my computer and i don't have a phone so i can only talk to like 3 friends rip and i went to the cne which is like this big thing in toronto and i saw this girl that i like kinda know from instagram and i said her name really loudly and it was weird lol and she was like the same height as me and i was not expecting that bc I'm like 5'9 lol   ALSO HOTEL REACHED OVER 10K READS AND 1K VOTES THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH THATS AMAZING ANYWAY enjoy the chapter theres gonna be like a bit of info in it

I walked in the door, and was surprised at what I saw. 

"Woah," I breathed as I kicked off my shoes.  I slipped off my suit jacket and loosened my tie as I walked into the living room. I ran a hand through my hair, which had been slicked back for work, and tired to shake it out as I took in the scene in front of me. Vic sat on the the floor, with Pippa on his lap, surrounded by things for both Thor and Pippa. Thor lay on the couch behind him, seemingly taking in it all. There litter boxes, toys, beds, tons of food along with a whole bunch of other things for them.

"I'm pretty sure that there wasn't enough money on top of the fridge to pay for all that." I said before sitting on the couch and pulling Thor into my lap.

"Nope." he said, nonchalantly.

"Don't tell you bought all of this yourself, Vic." I said. There was a ton of stuff on the floor, and I'd feel terrible if Vic had spent his own money on all of it. "There has to be hundreds of dollars worth of stuff here."

"Yeah, don't worry about it though Specs." He said, leaning back and placing his head in my lap.

"Why shouldn't I worry about it?" I asked, a frown appearing on my face. They were my pets too, and I could definitely afford to pay for it.

"I'm more well off than I might come off as," he explained, looking up at me. "My dad owns a painting company, so my parents are like rich as fuck. I saved all the money they gave me when I was younger, and every month they put a whole bunch of money into an account for me. I've told them that I'm fine without it, but they like to know that I'm covered. So don't worry about the pet stuff, kay? I got it this time, babe." He sent me a smile.

"Which company does your dad own?" I asked curiously.

"Million Dollar Paints." he shrugged. (i'm trash rip BYE)

"No fucking way!" I laughed.

"What?" he questioned.

"That's the company thats in charge of painting like everyone of my dad's hotel branches, including this one. I must've talked to your parents, like at least a million times." I said.

"You know my parents? Oh my god, wait. Have you gone for dinner with them?" he asked.

"Yeah, a few times actually. It's good to keep up solid relationships with your business partners." Vic rolled his eyes at my business statement.

"My moms talked about you so many times. 'There's this nice young man that your father works with, he's very sweet, and cute too. He owns the hotel that we're always visiting. You should meet him sometime.' Those are her exact words, not even joking." he chuckled.

"That explains why I didn't notice that you were staying for so long!" I exclaimed. "Your parents come here for long visits all the time, so it probably didn't even phase me when your last name showed up for a years stay. Why didn't your mom just say it was her on the phone when he called to see if you had checked in?" 

"She likes to be humble about all the money she has, and pretend like she has a normal life ya know? She loves having it, but sometimes she wants to be treated without all the extra things just because she has money. At least thats why I think she didn't mention anything when she called you."