If You Like Causing Trouble Up In Hotel Rooms Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I did. I know how sore you are. So take your time there. You want to read books?” She nodded. “You have books of Stephen King?” “I guess? Is he the writer of Salem's Lot? I think we have it the bookshelf,” he replied. “You have bookshelves in this hotel?” Her eyes widened. He smiled and patted her head. “Yes, we do have bookshelves in every hotel room.” Her lips parted. “What's with you?” His forehead creased. “What do you mean?” “You're kind.” She moved her leg and she's thankful it worked, though her core was painful, she can handle the pain now. “I mean, you're rude before but you suddenly changed after last night. What's with you?”

If he could awaken the fire inside me. "I don't like hotels." I said sincerely. I really don't like the idea of having sex inside a hotel. I'm thinking it's dirty because a lot of other people go there. I know they clean it and change the bed sheets but still it's dirty for me. I heard him mutter curses. Getting stressed from thinking where we'll meet. "It's fine. Let's just meet other day." i said disappointed. I know he'll think of ways just to meet me today.

I press it once, twice, thrice, and five more times out of frustration. Nothing. Shit. I shuffle to the landline and call room services. Isn’t this supposed to be a fancy hotel? Why is their heater malfunctioning in the middle of the fucking night? “Yes, hi.” I whisper when the lady on the other line picks up. I eye the bed, keeping my voice low, not wanting to wake William up. “Could you send up someone to check on the heaters, please? I think it’s broken.” She’s chewing gum right into the speakers and therefore right into my ears. “This is room…?” Who the fuck chews gum at one o’clock in the morning?

I said, stepping closer, “is why your husband fucked a girl young enough to be his daughter, then threw her away like trash the second it got inconvenient. Your kids? They just followed their daddy’s example.” Her face went white. I brushed past her, let my fingers trail across her arm like it was nothing. “Feel at home,” I said sweetly. “I’ll be right back.” I slipped out, closed the door softly behind me, and walked barefoot down the hall to the front desk. The night clerk looked up, bored. “Room 512,” I said, sliding a hundred across the counter. “Put on the premium adult channel. The hardcore one. Volume medium high.”

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I did not look like a woman who had caught her boyfriend in bed with another woman twenty hours ago. I looked, in fact, kind of pretty. The thought startled me. I grabbed my room key, my credit card, and exactly enough cash to make poor decisions, and I walked out the door before I could change my mind. --- The hotel had a bar on the lobby level that I had clocked on the way in — dark wood, low golden lighting, the kind of place that played jazz quietly enough to feel grown-up but loudly enough to feel like trouble.

Somewhere discreet. After an agonizingly long minute and a half, she replies, Too public. A discreet hotel room is too public? Just what does this girl have in mind for our evening? My mind fills with ideas, all of which involve her screaming my name until she goes hoarse. In that case, maybe any hotel would be too public. Unless the room has sound-proof walls, everyone around the block would know just who is giving her the best fuck of her life. A new message comes in while I’m lost in my fantasy.

"Rogues, Alpha. Three of them came in, asking for a room." Whatever this woman thinks is a good reason to waste my time, it must be something magical, like unicorns and all that shit. Rogues, for fuck's sake. "I don't see a problem with that. We welcome rogues who seek shelter. You know that, don't you?" "Yes, yes, but they wanted a free room, and while we welcome travellers, we don't do charity work, certainly not at the hotel. They were stirring up trouble here, and as soon as we took care of the situation, I called you."

Exploiting his Mum’s ignorance to taunt me. “Yes, I remember, you used to be a troublesome kid.” I said, stressing the kid. He chuckled now. It was the first time I had heard it and there was something about it that felt like a tickle, a part of me suddenly desiring to hear him laugh and in a second, he was carrying my luggage and saying to his Mother, "What room?" "Any of the guest rooms upstairs," she added with a small wink. "Preferably the one closest to your my room so I can bother her whenever I wish to easily."

Third, my mom got into the picture. Oh Goodness. Suddenly, I began to hear moans which pulled me out of my thoughts. This is ridiculous. "Faster, yes, yes. Right there...oh fuck!" My stomach rumbled. I gritted my teeth together and turned to where the moans were coming from. "Keep your voice down, you idiots. We've got some hotel rooms on the third floor if you want to screw yourselves. Stop making a hell of a noise. Get out!" I yelled in anger.

And this hotel claimed being a five star. Five star of shit. "I-I can't," I struggled trying to reach the switch whilst tiptoeing and accidentally knocking down some of the conditioners. "Grey, what are you doing?" "Robbing a bank." "Good for you." I heard him say. "I-I can't reach the stupid heater!" I groaned. "Do you need it?" He sounded annoyed. "Yes, yess Sinister." I pouted like a child. He opened the door and stepped into the shower where I was.