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

’s umbrella, I can freely do that without fear of being excommunicated. I walk up to the registration desk and don the most annoying Vegas bimbo personality I can muster—all those years of working undercover as a P.S.K. still come in handy. “Hiya, sorry but, like, I couldn’t help overhear you, like, just now,” I say all bubbly, hating myself more with every ‘like’. “My boo and I are, like, about done with our room, like, for the night, you can, like, have it if you want. We just need to, like, pack up, and it’s all yours.”

"Well, I would prefer a man who isn't straight to the point like I am some kind of whore you are trying to pick up from the streets, Mr Axell!" I stared at him directly into his eyes, but he looked like he was enjoying it because he kept on smiling. He is crazy! This man is not normal! "Avery, do you know what I love most about this hotel? It is the fact that the rooms all have balconies. So you can go crazy in and out of the room" "How does that correspond with what we are saying? And how do you even know all the rooms have balconies? Have you been to all of them? Um.. You speak like you own the hotel"

A part of me wants to blame myself for what is happening right now, but it’s not my fault, is it? …FLASHBACK… I was in my hotel room, watching one of my favorite shows on TV when I noticed that someone was tampering with my door lock from outside. I turned off the light immediately and lay still on the bed, pretending to be asleep so I can catch whoever is trying to break into my room. This is so unacceptable, it could be one of our staffers that’s stealing from our clients. I’ll fucking deal with whoever it is, I’ll not let this slide. I laid still and watched the door close, but no burglar walked in through that door, instead, I was greeted with the warm presence of a woman.

Aside from the missing crackers with her gumbo, a point that irritates me, service has been very good. My cock throbs, reminding me of sexy little Liv in the next room. I wonder if she’s doing as I asked and keeping her hands off her pussy. I’d heard her fucking herself at the same time I was jacking myself off, and it had been hot as fuck. The memory of her whimpers and moans still haunts me. I’d had no choice but to fist my cock as soon as my hotel door had shut. The sight of her looking so small and nervous and shy in the elevator had me so fucking hard I could barely think.

The more I thought about it, the hotter I grew. I imagined him reading the text while sipping a glass of wine and nearly choking on it. I knew he liked it when I called him ‘sir’ and I was determined to use every means to keep him reeled in. I finally found the room and slipped in. The room was modern, all clean lines and muted elegance. But I barely glanced at it as I took off my shoes and glided into the room. Staring at the bed made me blush like it was my first time. I proceeded to the bathroom and washed up. The hotel’s soap and shampoo seemed like they were accomplices aiding me on the mission to drive Travis insane with pleasure.

In the hotel room of a seven-star hotel, Leo Hamilton woke up to an empty bed. He raised his eyebrows with surprise. He never sleeps in the room he reserved for this purpose. He will fuck them and leave them within an hour or two. But last night he couldn't control himself. She was like a succubus, tempting him, teasing him, and testing his self-control.

“Like knocking coming from the wall.” Yvonne’s expression changed, but she soon schooled it to impassivity. “It might be because the people upstairs are renovating their place. They’ve been causing a lot of noise lately.” But I knew that there was only an old couple living upstairs, and they would never do renovations in the dead of night. While having breakfast, I noticed Yvonne sneaking frequent glances at me. Yet whenever I looked up to meet her gaze, she would swiftly look away. “Yvonne, about what you said last night—”

I followed his gaze to a guy licking whipped cream off a girl's thigh in the corner. Now, that would be nice. “Oh, so you have been to parties like this. And here you are acting like you're allergic to fun.” “I just think we're too old for this.” I groaned, rolling my eyes, “Oh my God. Live, Freddy.” “This is chaos.” I tugged him towards the hallway where the guest rooms were, “If you complain again, I'm going to throw myself out the window.” We stopped at the first door. The beat of the music from downstairs was so heavy that the floor vibrated under my feet.

Not on the account of Katherine, I chewed my teeth as I thought. Angrily, I woke my engines and sped away back to my hotel room. Once I got to the hotel, I headed straight for the restaurant. I needed an open space with people, I did not want to go up to my room because I knew I was going to turn the room upside down out of anger. If I had gone to the room, I was certain I would have slept in an Italian prison. “Two shots of margarita and three of whiskey mixed with lime.” I voiced out.

We were lucky to be alive. "It would surprise you how this hotel is disgustingly filled with horny men and women fucking their brains off," I teased, cupping his cheeks tenderly, "ours is just a piece of cake in comparison to all the things I've endured." He cocked a brow at my choice of words, wiggling them and making me laugh loudly. "We should head upstairs and not gather attention. It's not safe to be seen in public," he suggested, glancing at the hotel workers with wariness,"especially knowing how that bastard, Dimitri, has eyes everywhere."