Brandon's POV
The suite was incredible. That was the first thing we noticed the moment the hotel assistant opened the double doors and ushered us inside.
"Holy shit," Oliver gasped dramatically as he stepped in first.
Pete laughed behind him. "Bro, watch your language before they charge us for breathing the expensive air."
But honestly? He wasn't wrong. The suite looked like something straight out of a celebrity magazine. Warm amber lights glowed against the polished walls. Massive glass windows stretched from floor to ceiling, revealing London lit up beneath the night sky. There was a dining area bigger than my entire room back home, a sleek modern kitchen that none of us were ever going to use, and couches so soft that Oliver immediately threw himself onto one as if he lived there.
"This is awesome!" he shouted dramatically.
Pete walked slowly toward the windows, staring outside as if he couldn't believe this was real.
