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

Not a Baby Anymore “To think that I love you,” she muttered, crying. “Cut the crap! I already told you, stop saying that bullshit,” he snapped, annoyed. “Look!” Laysa said, pointing at where they were. “I see it, a hotel. So what?” he replied with disdain. Laysa stared at him in disbelief while he laughed incredulously. “No way. The last time I went into a hotel with you, and mind you, it was an apartment, I got arrested. You’re trouble.”

She suggested "Ariana?" I asked "Why? You want to go with me only?" She asked "Bingo." "You're so mean." She chuckled "Kidding, yeat let's go there." I agreed "Sing me a song." She said "What song?" "Anything~" "But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms. And if you like having secret little rendezvous. If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do. Baby, I'm perfect Baby, I'm perfect for you

"Well, I know that Sis but It's quite normal. Him getting mad at each and every member of this house. Since you were his wife he definitely is being bothered by his new roommate." "You know him quite well." "Oh, I still remember that one month. I had to stay with him in a hotel room while our family trip. Since the hotel was already booked so we had to sleep in one room. He had so many rules. Trust me I know your Pain. You know the worst part happened at night when." He looked at me and I knew what he was saying. "Started snoring??" He said that too and we both started laughing. "Yeah, I mean like a truck driver. I made a video of that and used to tease him a lot but he was getting angry and

"Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn't make you strong. If anything, it makes you weaker. Because you're doing it out of fear." — Sarah Dessen Taylor's POV "Thank you very much, ma'am." I smile happily at the woman in her sixties, as she hands me the key to my hotel room. What are you doing in a hotel when you have a house? you might ask, Well, I'll explain much later. The woman smiles back before she points the way. "Go through the left hall the sixth room is room 69 enjoy your stay young miss."

My patience was thinning by the second. My siblings used to joke that I was the one who inherited Dad’s famous temper—the kind that could scorch an entire room with a single outburst. Yeah, I think so too. And Miranda was pushing me dangerously close to unleashing it. The so-called Golden Hotel I was holed up in wasn’t all that golden. Its name was the only shiny thing about it. Security was trash, service was trash, and don’t even get me started on their food. The first time I dared to try the hotel kitchen, I regretted it almost instantly.

" I miss my husband . I think that I pushed him to just disappear and just ran off without saying anything. I feel so bad I feel like it's all my fault." " He knows what it's like to hunt so he's being hunted right now and he knows everything that the hunters are looking for so he is actually playing the game the way he wants to play it." "Why did they book a hotel room for me when I didn't need one I swear it's like knowing that I've got other places that I can crash at and they just decide to do it why I know it's part of the whole booking process but I specifically said that I don't want to stay in a hotel and I don't want to sleep in a bed that I don't know."

Please be respectful enough and refrain yourself from flaunting your sex life. Hoping for your consideration! * * * * * * * * * * [From Room 411] ANYONE FROM ROOM 412 You must do your fact-check, miss. I do own the whole floor and you must that one stubborn gal who refuses to change floors. I'm sorry if my sex life bothers you, wanna join me instead? LOL ---------- [From Room 412] AH, YOU'RE THAT BASTARD I was wondering who could have been rude enough to have everyone out of their rooms just because that bastard wanted the whole floor to himself

I murmur, eyebrows rising, as he leads me through the front door. “Checking in,” he tells the front desk without responding to me, though his hand tightens around mine, and his fingers caress the back of my palm. When he glances back at me, his eyes sparkle with mischief. “We have fun at my house,” he says once we enter the elevator, luckily alone, “But you haven’t lived until you’ve absolutely destroyed a hotel room by having hours of sex in it. Not to mention, I want you screaming loud enough to disrupt all of our neighbors…” I swat his arm, but I’m also shivering with desire at the thought. Mm, hell yes. Make me scream, you naughty man…

It's too much. “Look, it’s nothing personal. It’s a great house, but, -“ “But what? You’re scared I’ll get pissed off if you make a mess? You’re scared I’ll freak the fuck out if you break something? It’s just stuff.” I raised my eyebrow, surprised at his reaction. He really didn't get it. “So, when you’re staying in a hotel room, everything needs to be perfect. Even in my house, you’ll tidy up. But here I can just throw shit on the floor? Don’t act like I’m exaggerating when I try to tell the girls they need to be careful. Because they do. Everything here is expensive.”

he says, “we skip the press and the cake and disappear for a weekend.” I blink. “Disappear?” I echo. “Where? And can we tell Nonna first, or do we just let her assume we’ve been kidnapped and unleash her on the city?” He smiles slowly. “I was thinking,” he says, “about a particular small, offensively decorated hotel.” My heart gives a sudden, odd little lurch. “The one with the horrible carpet?” I ask. “And the terrible room service,” he confirms. “And the broken heater. And the note.”