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

“Just see those young women, they probably just enter the legal age, they… They are… I just can’t say it, seriously, we need to do something.” “I know something better.” He smiles at me, and I just don’t like the looks. “How about you think of some rules that we can imply inside the hotel, after all, you’re one of the owners of this hotel as well.” Gruntled, I glared at him and finally agreed with it. “Fine! I’ll think of something, I just don’t like to see him walking around here, showing his much younger and probably drugged woman inside the hotel.” “Calm down, Cattleya, the others can hear you.” Zephyr calmly tried to warn me, and I found it reasonable, I’m being a brat right now.

I'll shower at home. It's warm down here. It's always warm when it isn't hot. Opening the door of my truck, I look at the five-story hotel and wonder how many rooms hold people cheating on their spouses or, like Kyle, asking other men to fuck their wives. I slide in, smiling, start the big Ford up and pull out. I'll bet it's more than I think.

The council loves spelling out exactly how you will be tortured and kept so it's no surprise that everyone knows what would happen to you. Getting back to the lovely lady in front of me I opened the door to the loft I had been "borrowing" for the last few days. Renting or buying would mean the use of multiple fack identities and admin responsibilities so I gave up on doing that a long time ago. This is also the reason I don't make use of hotel rooms anymore. Security these days with the cameras everywhere also makes this too much admin with having to go back and edit and scrub it so that they don't think they are haunted with random doors opening and closing when I enter or exit rooms caught

I bashed my car twice before I located a nearby hotel. I took my room card and walked to the elevator almost tripping over. “Room 690" I muttered while walking through the hotel walkway. “Gotta ya” I smiled and hiccupped at the same time. I held the door knob to my surprise when it opened. I jumped on the bed and I was totally uncomfortable.

Because there sure couldn't be a happier person than me. Guess all I needed for my life to take a turn for the best was JUST ANOTHER ROOMIE. THE END ❤

When we arrived at the top floor, Winnie pushed past me walking straight to the target's room, she swiped the key card and the door clicked open. There were three things rich business men came to hotels to do — business, pleasure or both. I took in the room, the lamp stood on the desk, the light switched off. The AC wasn't too high, but the room was smoking hot. Everything in the room stood in place except the sheets. It lay crumpled in between bare bodies. I scrunched my nose in disgust. The room reeked of sex. “How dare you…” “How do you wish to die, Sir? In the hands of the woman who's not your wife or… alone, with your dick erect,” I interrupted stepping in. I took out my gun and the gir

Do you blame her? This time I do the long silence. The hotel room was adequate. It overlooked the icy harbour. That view made up for other shortcomings inherent in hotels. I hate hotels. They are the ultimate metaphor for living by compromise. Breakfast between seven and nine. Room service appears with tea, hours after it is ordered. The maid arrives to suit her timetable and one has to disappear from one’s own abode, while she makes a bed I could have made myself. Abe was out of his comfort zone. Sharing a room wasn’t something he was used to. He became overexcited and started making daft decisions.

“I don’t know what you think is happening here, but I don’t want trouble.” Sarah tilted her head, her smile never wavering. “That is exactly what someone causing trouble would say.” Sia scoffed. “And that is exactly what someone looking for trouble would say.” Several guests began drifting closer, drawn by the growing tension. In the world of the wealthy, people rarely shouted, but they loved scandal as much as anyone else. They simply preferred it wrapped in silk, diamonds, and polite smiles.

But now the hotel was calling me, saying that I'd checked into the presidential suite last night and had even used the condoms in the room. I triple-checked with them, and the front desk firmly insisted that it was me—Bryce Sheehan—who had checked in. I couldn't swallow this indignity, especially since when I first mentioned wanting to go try out the hotel, Nyla had rolled her eyes at me and snapped, "Isn't the house big enough for you? Why must you insist on staying in a hotel? I've never seen someone as wasteful as you!" But Uncle Eric had gifted me this VIP card. Why shouldn't I be allowed to use it?

I quickly ran into my room and tried to catch my breath. Sleeping in the hallways of a hotel can be very dangerous. What if your fellow hallway occupant, who is a pervert, happens to stumble on you and decides to use you to satisfy his sexual urges? This is a summary of a movie I watched with Mom years ago, and now I was about to be a victim.