Capturing Oliver (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Sixteen

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Aiden did not expect the hotel to look like this. Aiden had expected a nice place, sure. He knew that Oliver wouldn't have booked them into a room at some old hostel, but he hadn't expected this. A man greeted them with glasses of champagne as they walked through the door. A woman in an expensive dress directed them to the front desk where a man wearing a suit happily checked them in.

Aiden let Oliver handle the check in process. He walked back around the lobby. It was huge, with high ceilings, chandeliers and spiral staircases. There were fancy people everywhere he turned. Three old women in expensive clothes walked past him slowly and at the same time a woman in an expensive coat and sunglasses on sped past him like she was on a mission. A few men were sitting at some tables in the corner, Aiden was sure they were having a business meeting.

"Are you ready to go up to our room?" Oliver asked. Aiden turned. Oliver was standing behind him with a room key balancing between his fingers as he held the champagne glass.

"Where's our bags?"

"They will bring them to our room later," Oliver told him. He took a sip of champagne.

Aiden nodded. They walked towards the elevator. "This is a really fancy place." He emphasised the word to ensure that Oliver knew what he meant.

Oliver looked around them. "It is a bit extravagant, isn't it?" Oliver didn't sound happy about it.

"Very," Aiden commented. He knew for sure that Oliver hadn't picked this place. "How did we end up staying here?"

"My mother booked the place," Oliver replied as he practically rolled his eyes. "She insisted."

"Oh," Aiden said. "Does she like expensive places?"

"That's an understatement. Adelaide doesn't stay in anything that isn't five stars."

A thought popped into Aiden's head. "Is she staying here?" Aiden asked.

"Yes," Oliver told him as they got into the elevator. "She, my father and sister are here somewhere. I've texted Rosie our room number. She might come see us before dinner."

Aiden liked that idea. It would be good to meet the only nice member of the family first. "That would be lovely. You must be excited to see her."

"I am," he admitted. "She's the only one I really want to see," he added.

They found their room on the second floor from the top. Aiden felt dizzy just from the elevator ride. Aiden was surprised to see that their floor didn't have many rooms on it. He had assumed that a place like this would have hundreds on each level but he only saw a few doors as they walked along the corridor. Oliver stopped in front of one of the doors.

Aiden was the first to walk in. He almost dropped his champagne flute. The first thing he saw was that the entire far wall was a massive window, with views of the city. He walked past the huge kitchen with shiny counters and practically ran into the living room. Plush couches were staged in the middle of the room, surrounded by expensive furniture. Paintings hung on the walls in golden frames. Aiden turned to Oliver. "What is this place?"

Oliver didn't seem fazed. "This is my parent's doing."

Aiden remembered what Oliver had said about his father using money to solve problems. "I can tell."

"We should switch rooms," Oliver muttered. He walked back into the kitchen.

Aiden followed him. "We can if you want to."