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

"Mark, just say yes. Besides, the plan is simple. We go to A-hotels, book a room, and that is all there is to it. The plan is really very straightforward, isn't it? As you know now, nothing here can be dangerous. Everything is easy and just a flick of the finger." "Yes, too easy." He groaned in my ear as he drew closer to me. "It would indeed be effortless for Elliot or your brother to kill me in the flick of a finger. Are you truly insane to even consider making a reservation at one of the A-hotels? And I told you time and again, I don't even see you that way that I would want to share a fucking room with you." He is agitated, and I find it amusing to watch him. Although he seems to want to

Chapter 22 " It was none of your business and you're lucky that we have a three-hour layover because if we had a longer time you'd be sleeping around right now." " We have a hotel room together. I wouldn't be sleeping alone and you wouldn't dare let me sleep on the floor …" " What… are you going to call me disobedient and then call housekeeping to come kick me out . " " I wouldn't do that to you, I'm not Cody . "

Yvonne Caruso was delighted when I remained silent. She scoffed at me. "It's good that you know to be afraid. A hillbilly like you has probably never seen such a luxurious hotel before. Do you think this hotel belongs to your family? "Just because you're a bimbo who got into the company doesn't mean you deserve a good room." She pointed at a huge dumpster not far away. "That's where you deserve to live. Don't say I didn't warn you, but someone is going to take that place if you're too late."

People call me Haze. It's not my real name, but I've never bothered to correct them. This story isn't about me anyway—it's about my annoying roommate. It all started three months ago when I was waiting in the lobby of a five-star hotel for my friend, who takes forever to get ready. The hotel was one of the finest in the city, and my friend, Ren insisted on staying there because they offered a spa room in their presidential suite. As I was waiting, I grabbed one of the newspapers from the counter.

She curled up on the bed, wracking her brain for a solution. Not long after, there was a commotion downstairs. The hotel had poor soundproofing, and the noise from downstairs could be heard. Several young hooligans-like people entered the hotel, led by a socially eccentric-looking youth. "Auntie, do you have any food?" said the youth. The curly-haired woman scolded, "What's with the noise as soon as you're back? Don't disturb my guests!" "Guests? Do you even have guests in this run-down hotel?"

"If this suite is too boring, we could always change to another. The Roman room, complete with marble columns around a central spa bath right in the bedroom, is pretty nifty. Or there’s the Scottish room with its lavish faux fireplace and fur rug in front of it, or if you’re feeling really adventurous, there’s always the Tack room, complete with whips, for those who need a little added excitement in their lives." "A whips?" Her voice came out with a squeak, and he laughed. "Okay, so my friend is the owner; he just invented the tack room, but hey, what the hell, it might draw a few customers." "What sort of hotel is he running here?" "I resent what you’re implying, lady." To his surprise, the

The hotel's inability to be reliable, the fact that we were trapped here, or the fact that he was still angry from my coldness at him during our dinner at the rooftop? With Roman Adams, one could never know. “I’m sorry about this, Nyssa. Apparently, the Stem might not be the best hotel in New York city as I've always insisted. Can't believe this is happening in this modern day and age.” I nodded, lowering my eyes to the floor. Had he just apologized? “It's understandable. Most hotels don't check their elevators or do maintenance regarding them. I think they'll take note of that now.” When he looked at me after my answer, there was a light in his eyes, as if he was looking at me for the first

She added. “Me too, my love,” I said, “We can cause some trouble,” I added. “Yes, trouble sounds good,” She smirked. “I thought you would like the sound of that,” I said, “Drinking too much, gambling, hot sex and being whoever we want to be without worry,” I added. “Sounds perfect,” She said, kissing my cheek. We headed to the reception area. I gave the receptionist the name, and she booked us in, handing our key card to us. We headed up to our room.

Baby Zab just messaged her parents that she would be working overtime so they wouldn't worry too much. I took her to an expensive hotel. Baby Zab silently went with me. She was the one who asked me if we could just share one room because she was afraid to be alone. This worked perfectly in my favor. If she hadn't wanted to share a hotel with me, I would have just pretended there was only one room available. Luckily, she was the one who asked. I ordered hard liquor so that even if baby Zab drank only a little, she would lose control of herself, especially since she wasn't used to drinking.

It wasn’t even hard, but both he and the girl crashed to the floor. I didn’t wait to hear whatever he had to say before moving forward. I pushed open different doors, checking the rooms. Some people were making out, some were knocked out cold. I reached a locked room. Considering the other rooms weren’t locked, I knew this was it. After turning the knob a couple of times and hearing a displeased shout from the other end, I resorted to breaking it down. It took a couple of minutes, but I was in the room and flicked the lights on as a man cursed.