That thought solidified when Lucius swiped his hotel key card and the double doors to the suite slid open.
'Gaudy.'
It was the first word that came to Lucian's mind as he stepped inside the suite.
Every surface — doors, tables, carpets, crystal chandeliers, and even the edges of the massive windows that offered a view of the Alabaster City — was rimmed with gold. It was as though the designer took the word 'luxury' and turned it into a weapon to assault the senses of whoever was unfortunate enough to pay for the suite.
Lucian's lips curled in distaste.
'I won't be stealing this disgusting decoration style for my hotel.'
That was right, Lucian had decided to open a hotel with the main aim of making money.
