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

“Hey Jubi.” “Hey. God, I need coffee.” She slunk up to the counter. “What’s wrong with you?” Nyx laughed. “Do you know how hard it is to get a hotel room in this city over the Christmas break? Let me rephrase. Do you know how hard it is finding a hotel room in this city which doesn’t offer hourly rates? It’s almost as bad as New York. I slept in the most uncomfortable bed of my life last night while the people on the other side of the wall had very loud, very exuberant sex. I mean loud. There’s no way the man was so good. Maybe they were filming a porno.”

“I think we’re stoned.” He huffed out a laugh. “That was pretty fast to conclude.” “Look at us,” I said, gesturing lazily. “Talking about hooking up like it’s a group project.” “Okay,” he admitted. “That’s a little insane.” “A little?” “Fine,” he said. “A lot.” We both laughed again, the sound filling the room, bouncing off the walls. “We are in a hotel room though. With locked doors and alcohol. Wait how did this happen?” Gabriel and i laughed again.

Thankfully, the hotel has good security and hasn’t let anyone in that could come to my room door and start hassling me. This is all new to me, I’m not usually hated by anyone. I’ve got a great fan base, and my followers love me, so all of this crap is upsetting. It hurts. It comes with the territory and now all of a sudden, I’m the bad guy. I shake my head and make my way to the elevator on the other side of the corridor that I know leads me to the back of the hotel. Outside I find my driver waiting. He grins. I shrug my shoulders and head quickly to the car before any of the hecklers out front get any wiser.

I jumped up, bolting for the window, and flung it open as far as it would go, cursing how these darn hotel windows were all restricted to a four-inch gap. "Jesus, Aaron. I'm going downstairs to use the payphone," I told him, shaking my head, revolted by the stench that greeted me. "Take care of your flatulence problem while I'm gone." I threw open the door, letting it slam shut behind me. The cheap travel hotel was the best we could find at such short notice. No questions were asked when we turned up here late last night, looking for a place to rest up. We were lucky that there was one room left, otherwise, we'd be camping out in the parking lot, and trust me when I say this, Aaron's ass was

not in a productive way. Back at the hotel~ Nikita's pov: "Aaah I can't find anything! I have turned the whole room inside-out but there is nothing drama worthy here!" I said loudly in frustration. My face was so red in anger that people 6 feet away could notice it. "Calm down, calm down, CALM DOWN Nikita, you will find another way" I said to myself. I looked around the room and saw that it was in a complete mess. I didn't want to clean it but I don't want to land in any unnecessary trouble so I took some time to clean the room up.

“Why don’t we go and drive around the city and see if we spot the bastard, if we do, we’ll beat his ass until he spills her whereabouts alright?” “Fine,” Bobby growled, he grabbed the keys and headed to the lobby. Before he left, he went to the front desk. “Can I help you?” “I smashed the room upstairs, have the owner call me.” He said throwing a card at her. “Put the damages on that card, tell the owner I want to buy the fucking hotel.” He growled before leaving her there stunned. “You do realize now you’re going to have real estate here?” Mico whispered. “Yeah, and I told you the whole fucking city is about to burn.” Bobby snapped. Once he was in the car, his anger started to die down a li

) However, what is really irritating is knowing Nick Jin or one of his cronies is lurking in the shadows somewhere in our hotel, randomly picking off hotel guests just to mess with me. You know in cartoons where the light bulb suddenly turns on over a person’s head? Well, if this were a cartoon, this would be that moment—only, in keeping with the tone of this story, it wouldn’t necessarily be a light bulb, per se, but more likely a victim’s severed scrotum shrunken and filled with tiny, various-colored glow lights. But you get the idea. Randomly picking off hotel guests. “For the love of Tom Hiddleston’s naked ass in Crimson Peak, he’s doing it again . . . ” I whisper.

“Oh really? Do you not remember me walking into Marquette hotel last night? Do you not remember me spilling champagne on your mistress?” Jace was stupid in certain ways and that helped me plan this out very well, rather than defending himself he'd try his best to shift all the blame on me. “Marquette hotel? Baby you know if there's any place I hate in this world is a rundown hotel with history of suicides, cheating, death.” He tried to reach for my hand but I moved back. “Well you must have a kink for that then—”

I cursed underneath my breath, as l quickly pulled his mouth away from my dick and yanked us both inside the room, shutting the door firmly. Damn, Dammit! I clenched my first as I slammed my right foot against the bed frame in frustration. What got into me? I can't believe we were doing that right there in the corridor.. and how did l forget that there is always a CCTV camera everywhere in a hotel. Gosh, l just hope the camera isn't functioning or else I'm doomed for real this time… l haven't even sorted out the previous one, and yet this is happening again. Shit! I muttered as I sat on the bed with my protruding cock standing right as it hasn't gotten enough yet.

If this man wouldn’t let me pass, swear, I’ll completely get insane because of boredom here. I snorted. “Downstairs,” “You’re not allowed to step out from this–” I cut him off irritatedly. “He’s not here! You know... stepping backwards being his puppet isn’t bad sometimes.” I whistled. Maxwell’s jaw clenched when I emphasized the word puppet. Before he could stop me, I walked faster away from him and entered the elevator quickly. An evil smile crept over my face. Crazy ideas started to pop up in my head again, but thinking there are surveillances all over the hotel made me squirm. Just like this CCTV inside the elevator. I crossed my arms before making a face, then rolled my eyes.