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

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.

I got so pissed earlier that I left the hotel room wearing a hoodie, mini shorts and flip flops, I looked everything like a mess. My hair was not dried and tiny droplets of water fell from it, I looked homeless and that was probably why I was held up at the entrance, same with the hotel, the young coupled must have thought of me as a riff raff who had gotten the hoodie as a gift from someone or felt I stole it, "I'm sorry, I swear I'm usually not like this." I apologized on cue as I felt the urge to explain myself, I could not have people think I was a crazy thief.

"That fool couldn't do a proper job. What's so difficult about putting the right numbers on the right doors?" "That's enough nagging. Put the right one up quick before we get into trouble." "Why should we be the ones to get into trouble? If anyone should be punished, it should be the person occupying this room. Why would he bring a fight to the hotel? Not just that, they destroyed the room numbers, causing that fool to put the wrong number on the door." "That's enough. The guy just started working with us today and you made him change room numbers. You should be ashamed for trying to bully a newbie. Hmph!" That one left in a fit of rage

After saying that, she looked at my dust-covered body and waved her hand in disgust. “Now get lost. Don’t dirty up our hotel entrance.” Nearby tourists were drawn to the scene. They gathered in small groups. “Some broke loser was trying to scam a free hotel room. and got himself thrown out. How embarrassing.” “Oh wow. I’ve seen so many of these people. They’re just lowlifes.” A wave of chatter went through the crowd. But after hearing the words “important client,” I immediately took out my phone and looked at the photo my subordinate had sent me.

Cade couldn't believe that the same woman with a sharp mouth from moments ago was now acting so cute. “What is the secret?” he asked turning to her, he was so close to her that he could feel the breath on his face. “If you do not stop pestering how can I tell you?’ she asked and he raised his hands as if to give up in surrender. “My bad” he said and she nodded and pulled him closer. “There are rooms upstairs,” she said in a giggle. He wondered why she said it was like a secret, he already knew that he was sure that everyone on that floor knew that there were rooms intimating hotel rooms up. They were usually the centres for those who wanted to have a good time while clubbing.

I replied annoyed and headed for the stairs with the highlighter in my hand and crossing out the place. "He always does that, he puts up a trap ad, then whoever doesn't mind dealing with his 'exhibitionist vibe', he cajoles her until he uses it and throws it away," the girl who came downstairs with me explained, I took it as some kind of apology. "Well, I'll have to complain or something, it sucks to get a good place in this city, it swallows you up completely," I admitted tiredly. "Are you so desperate?" "Yes, and it's a mess I have to deal with because I can't live in a motel.

Who I had to worry about was above the stairs, in our hotel room. My breathing became quick and harsh as I climbed up the flight of stairs. Wringing my hands together, I tried to rack my head for excuses. For things to say. Anything to calm Tom down. If he tried to beat me up in front of everyone in the hotel, everything we had both worked for over the years would be dashed to pieces. I recognized that. But Tom? When Tom got into his fit of rage, he was impossible to reason with. "Stupid, stupid," I whispered to myself, shakily reaching for the door.

Its a game of survival where all of you are forced to kill each other! "What the hell are you talking about? Could we just leave by leaving through the front door or something!? Also, we're in the basement, right? Sorry, hold on. Right so judging by your tone, you want to make this difficult for us and are playing a little weird-ass game with us in the hotel being your participants? All we'd need to do is go up the stairs and break down the door!"

What did I ever do to the universe to end up like this? I thought my father was bad enough. Now I'm stuck in a hotel room with a perverted man I've never met saying he's going to have fun with me tonight! Tate? Where the hell are you?

"When I first saw you From across the room I could tell you were curious Oh, yeah Oh, I hope you're sure What you're looking for 'Cause I'm not good at making promises" I tried looking away from him but my dumb eyes looked back at him as I started singing the chorus. "But if you like causing troubles up in hotel room And if you like having secrets little rendezvous If you like to so the things you know that we shouldn't do Then baby, I'm perfect Baby, I'm perfect And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like going places we can't even pronounce