“Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation? If not, then I apologize, as we’re currently fully booked?—”
A swift slide of Siege’s credit card across the desk—initiating a silent transaction—was the only gesture the woman needed before she was scrambling for the phone.
The lady was on the phone, speaking with another individual about obtaining approval to book the executive suite for an Azul guest, even before the line had a chance to ring twice.
No matter how much I hated their guts, it was fascinating to see how these rich fucks act in the wild.
Siege put his hand on the marble desk, and the woman followed the action as he tapped on it with his finger.
I could almost hear her counting in her mind.
One.
“Yes, sir. There’s four guests in total.”
Another tap.Two.
The jerk was trying to show her that he was growing impatient.
I could see the concierge’s hand gripping the phone even tighter. “The name on the card is Mr. Siege Azul?—“
I watched the woman’s eyes grow slightly wider as Siege’s bent finger rose.
The pressure was palpable, and her chest was visibly rising and falling fast, her nerves wracked that I was parting my lips to speak up and tell him to stop acting like a goddamn prick.
But before I could, and before he could let his fingertip touch the marble, C was beside Siege in an instant, palm up to meet his hand, intertwining their fingers together.
Cosette leaned her cheek against his arm, looking up at him just as he looked back down at her, and she flashed her a smile.
Dex only laughed, like it was amusing to watch his friend be a giant pain in the ass.
Relieved, the concierge’s shoulders visibly relaxed, and she continued to clear up a few things into the mouthpiece, eventually ending the call after a mere sixty seconds.
“Thank you for your patience, Mr. Azul. Apologies for keeping you waiting. I’ve gotten the executive suite for you. Here are your key cards for your room, which will be on the top floor. Breakfast tomorrow?—“
Siege’s movements were quick as he grabbed his credit card and hotel key cards, then turned towards the elevators, not waiting for the end of the woman’s supposed reminders.
Before I left, I expressed my thanks to her, and just as I did, Cosette, who was in the process of walking away with Siege, also turned her head to do the same.
The moment the elevator doors closed, some of the adrenaline left over from the fight got to me.
“Was that fucking necessary?”
I’ve had enough of these entitled brats.
Dex scared the valet off, and Siege was being a scumbag to the concierge.
No one answered me, and so I continued.
“If you’re both so spoiled and privileged, why do you not have fucking manners?—“
“Stop it,” Cosette was saying, just as Siege spoke at the same time.
“That girl was fucking discriminatory. I looked at the availability on the way here, and they had lots of rooms available, even though I knew we could have the executive suite if I used my name. Iwantedto try to check us in like a normal fucking person, but she opened that goddamn stupid mouth of hers, and I?—”
“And I said that’s enough.”
Cosette’s voice echoed in the space, effectively shutting the both of us up while the elevator sounded a ding, the doors opening.
