Gold Reception Desk Novels & Stories

It’s a way of reminding me and every one of their rank. I lead them to our lounge and see them exchange impressed looks. The all glass room gives the full view of the mythical waterfall. The white leather couches take most of the room. The fluffiest white carpet spreads across the floor and the golden coffee table is the only contrast to the all white room. I must admit that Alloy did a great job with this place. It must have costed his crazy uncle a fortune to pull all this off. “Welcome to Gold pack house. I will not tolerate disrespect of any of my pack members. Other than that, please make yourself at home,” I welcome and lay my boundaries at the same time.

Surely he could manage that bare minimum without crumbling beneath the maybe hilarious to some cosmic observers but personally gut churning stakes riding solely on them tonight. They were shown directly past a sleek chrome reception desk into a spacious corner executive office with an even more staggering night panorama laid out around them through the soundproof glass walls. Cushy leather seating nestled intimately across a glossy pale wood desk so expansive it may well have felled an entire old growth forest.

"Good evening, Miss Rios." Chloe smirked arrogantly seeing my calm and composed behavior. She stepped forward confidently, detaching herself slightly from Lucas’s hold, walking slowly and gracefully toward me, swaying her hips deliberately and proudly. She was wearing a stunning emerald green dress, sparkling diamond earrings, and around her neck hung a very familiar and expensive necklace — a jewelry set Lucas had bought and gifted me exactly on our fourth wedding anniversary, a piece which I hadn't worn in months and had kept safely inside my jewelry box. Seeing it adorning her neck, sparkling brightly against her skin, openly displayed as her precious possession, was clearly done delibera

Zara's POV The Golden Gate Hotel was among the priciest and most opulent establishments I have ever visited. Thick, pricey off-white curtains draped the tall windows, and the reception desk, walls, and floors were all constructed and covered in expensive white marble. Signature paintings by well-known painters lined the walls, and a massive fountain screamed wealth and prestige in the middle of the reception area. "I am a little surprised, but that seems like a picture of a famous football player," Kaya gasped.

I could hear her announcing our presence and asking if it was okay to send us in, before ushering us through the huge double doors. His office was enormous. The big, glass, floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a breathtaking view of the city. The biggest desk I’ve ever seen in my life stood almost in the middle of the room, and there were several other separated spaces. In one area, there was a shelf filled with books, trophies, and what seemed to be collectable items. In another, there was a sitting area with several couches, a table, and a rug. The overall atmosphere was clean, modern and cold.

I swear I didn't take anything! I snatched my watch from his grasp and pointed to the bling. "Each one of these diamonds is worth 10 million bucks, Henry. You're in deep trouble." In the chaos of his panic, Henry blurted out something stupid in front of Rowena. "Ms. Smith, I'm begging you. Please help me. Jayden and Clara were an item for four years. They're still not over each other. "He's all wrong for you. If you choose me, I'll be loyal, I promise!"

He was not fine. Two hours on, when we got to the hotel, I forgot how to breathe once again. The Gold Pavilion—well-named—was a masterpiece of opulence. Gold trim framed the high glass doors, and inside, a chandelier so big it seemed like a sun hanging in space. Gold tables, gold-stamped floors—anything that yelled money. People actually paid millions to stay a night here.

But I had no goal of embarrassing or upset Hazz. He had gladly accepted that trip, even without understanding very well what I intended with her, so I had to give him some credit. It took us a while to get to our room, it was forty floors, and ours was one of the last. Hazz came in after me, and our security guards kept at the door, as I guided. My travel companion was even more shocked to notice the room. The gold was scattered over every notch and every piece of furniture. And it wasn't just plated, it was real gold. The price I paid for the daily rate was also expensive as gold, but nothing made up more than the satisfaction of being in a luxury hotel. "Do you want to take a shower first

“See here? Every fixture is gold-plated. Master insisted. Feel the weight.” I touched it reluctantly. Cold, heavy metal. “It’s… a lot.” The living room was worse. Couches reupholstered in deep velvet with gold thread embroidery. A massive bar cart gleamed, bottles on gold coasters. “This set was custom,” the second maid chirped, prideful. “Each glass etched with the family crest in real gold leaf. Your father says only the best for his daughter’s return.”