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

After hearing her illogical excuse, I turned back, took my phone, and dialed the security number, “Hello! Security office there. I am speaking from room number 108 and a beggar looking girl just broke into my room. How can you guys let such people inside your hotel? You have 10 minutes to get her out of my sight, otherwise, I will talk to your manager”. As I finished talking to the security officer, I turned back towards her and taunted her for being so shameless. “I have seen dozen of bold girls like you who can go to any extent just to seek my attention but I have no interest in unprincipled girls like you. Not mentioning your tomboy appearance and your unkempt outfit, I am curious what m

Job 2– Hotel Hustle I dragged my bag down the hotel corridor, already dreading another shift. Two days. That was it. Two days of cleaning, dusting, vacuuming—for pay that would cover my trip. Room 412. Supposedly empty. I pushed the door open, set the cart down, and started wiping surfaces. The disinfectant smelled sharp, the carpets pristine. My mind drifted to the game I’d just watched, wishing I could teleport there instead of scrubbing luxury for strangers.

I was about to lose it. I dialed the front desk. "What's with your hotel? You leaked my room number and let a madman come harass me. Get the police here now!" Cedric was still caught up in his self-pitying monologue. When he heard me, his face went pale. "What did you say? A madman?" "Didn't you hear me? I've asked them to call the cops. If you don't leave, you're going to be trending on social media."

The girl was dressed in pink pajamas that had holes in the pants… The woman hair was all over her head and seemed to need washing… The two young ladies compared her to the bums on the street… She must have seduced someone to get a room at this hotel. When Max heard this he was furious.. His hotel was not a slut house and he did not want the bad reputation following behind such bad rumors… These type of people are not allowed into my hotel.. He walked to the bar and announced her kind was not allowed in his hotel. How dare you bums step foot into my hotel… Asia turned around to meet the man eyes.. She walked up to him and asked are you referring to me.. He noticed her beauty instantly and reg

He's just going to concoct a stupid excuse. His eyes went wide. He hesitated, and my satisfaction ticked up a notch. “You… you’re serious?” he stuttered. “Completely,” I said, voice sharp. “I don’t trust you. I don’t trust this room. I don’t trust the hotel. I don’t even trust the carpet.” I jabbed a finger toward the floor like it had personally done something to me. “ Or…are you willing to sleep on the floor? “ I asked, definitely not expecting a “ yes”.

I wave my hand, realizing I’m talking about Trevor and try to hide my intention. “Hell, I don’t know. I yelled at him. Did you hear me yell?” Stephen covers his ears. “Babe, volume. You’re yelling now. Let’s not add getting kicked out of one of the nicer hotels in the Financial District—one, may I add, that’s being paid for by Saks—to our list of crazy-ass things we’ve done today.” I fall back on the bed, kicking my legs out and nearly sending the pizza box flying. “Today. Just think about that. Twenty-four hours.”

I ask. They all nod. This creep has been stalking me for years breaking into my hotel rooms, he’d normally drop those things in the hotel room I was staying in it creeped the hell out of me and I sometimes feared if I was in the room he might actually kill me.

“Success must’ve gone to your head.” I smiled–polite, pleasant, deadly. “Randall, I could be homeless in a sewer and still have no time for a man who runs trashy hotels for people looking to cheat on their mates.” With a dramatic gasp, Randall placed a hand on his chest. “Hey, I only provide rooms. I can’t control what people do inside them.” I tilted my head. “It’s funny. When you say things like that all I hear is ‘sleazeball.’”

"Your fancy hotel is surrounded by bombs, they're even in the toilets." He doesn't like the joke, of course. "Do you think I'm going to believe something so ridiculous? You couldn't have had time for that." "Do you want to find out?" I inquire, raising an eyebrow. "Because this hotel is filled with hundreds of my men, just by speaking aloud I could have them blow up the lobby right now," I warn, partially echoing what he told me a moment ago.

Stop. I blocked the very thought, blinked to snap myself out of my reverie, and stared at the snow falling from the glass wall of my hotel room. The extra cash in my account emboldened me to rent this hotel room, completely refusing Louis' offer to stay in one of his apartments. It just makes me uncomfortable. Saturation and boredom strangled my neck, made me stand up, and thought about going down to the lobby, there was a cafe downstairs, and I thought being in the middle of people would make me kill time until I fell asleep.