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

What happened at the bar last night was just proof that they are becoming even more aggressive with their threat to the president. I excused myself in the kitchen when my phone suddenly rang. Natalia was still glaring at me while Haruka was still trembling at what had happened earlier. Sofia comforts her. The hotel's housekeeping came immediately to remove the cockroach that lived in their beautiful hotel. Tsk. This adds to the bad reputation of the hotel, especially if the three brats complain to the management and spread the experience to other social media. I felt sorry for the hotel because I knew that soon, it would close.

"Are you out of your mind, Draeden Escalante? Making out in my own hotel?" "Easy buddy," said laughing. "That's why you called it a hotel, isn't it? What are the guests doing here? Aren't they having fun and hanging out?" I am really pissed off. "How long have you been gossiping and finding out what a guest is doing at the hotel? We don't have anything to please. They'll check in and pay—But you, you just made my office a motel. And the other day, you brought another woman. You are fucking asshole."

“The front desk told me that it was a woman who looked like in her early twenties. But the woman paid in cash and used my identity card to book a room. That hotel isn’t some five-star hotel that needs a lot of identification just to book a room.” If Jonathan knew that it would lead to such consequences earlier, he absolutely would not have drank a lot at that time. Hans sighed deeply in his seat, he still can’t believe this friend of his. He would always end up in trouble. And as he aged, the trouble he caused becomes heavier and messier. “Answer me seriously, you used some protection that night didn’t you?” Jonathan sat still in his seat. “Why are you asking me that?!” Jonathan turned a bri

Chapter 1 The Wrong Text There’s something about a hotel bed that always makes me want to misbehave. Maybe it’s the way the sheets are tucked too tight, how the pillows smell like bleach and strangers. Maybe it’s the freedom of knowing I’m anonymous in a luxury building full of men in suits who wouldn’t dare look twice at a woman traveling alone. But tonight, it’s the text. I’m two sips into overpriced wine, legs bare under my robe, vibrator already charging on the nightstand, when my phone buzzes. Room 406. Strip. Kneel. Don’t speak unless told.

"Mr. Richards, you can't blame me. She was the one who walked into my room, coming to me herself. I did have my own woman, and I didn't really bother doing anything to her, but she kept pestering me and hugging me, so I had no choice but to satisfy her. Maybe you're not good enough, Mr. Richards. That's why I had to help satisfy her instead. You should know that I booked the room along with room 1008 that day, yet she chose to use the privilege of her father to barge into my room. Ah, it sure is god's plan." Brock's face was full of pride, and his saliva was spurting everywhere. Hansen, on the other hand, was taken aback. Room 1008? A thought flashed through his mind in that instant. "What r

I personally didn't like the guy, there was something off about him, something not quite right but, I couldn't put my finger in it. He'd eventually screw upland let his guard down then we would gave the little fucker. Orlando and Daniel couldn't see past the rose tinted glasses and past his shit that wasn't just coming out of his ass,but his mouth too. He was giving me a fucking headache. I was glad when we got the keys to our rooms me and Mario and Casidy were sharing, separate rooms of course Orlando, Daniel and dipshit were sharing three separate rooms in a pent house of course it had to be the fucking ritz, well close to it anyway. None of them wanted to spend a night in a dingy hotel.

I air quoted the suite part trying to make him understand. "You know I kind of thought that it was the kind of room in movies where they take the innocent girl too, and no, I'm not really into BDSM, some people are, I mean, but I'm not. But I don't want to stay with being that dumb bitch who stereotypes everything like you know, "it's a rich people thing" now I'm rambling, I'm really sorry, just I guess my head like went into the gutter for a second." "I don't know, but I would have loved it like a tour or something but I guess it's getting late and we need to go so yeah," I rambled, walking ahead towards the elevator before he yelled my name chuckling.

“Baby girl, for you, I most certainly would." “Unfortunately for you, they're out of rooms," I said smugly knowing that was true. “Okay well I'll just camp outside." “That has to be illegal." “The good thing about dingy motels, the owners would never call the cops unless a murder happens." “You're bluffing. You can't camp outside." “Baby you forget, I'm a wolf." I glared at him and then stomped inside to my room, annoyed and yet a bit turned on by the whole situation.

I swore it on my late mother. I turned away from the window, my chest heaving with barely restrained fury. “And I hate this stupid hotel room,” I seethed, kicking the old leather chair out of my path. It scraped harshly against the floor before toppling over. “I won't stay in this hellhole. Tomorrow, we are going back to the BlueMoon Pack. We will stay in one of my penthouses. That place is more comfortable and it will be easier to keep an eye on things.” “Alright,” Kieran answered, staring at me like he could barely recognise the man I had become.

“You have no idea what you do to me when you turn me down.” I chuckled a little, picking up my drink. “Change the topic now, or I will walk out the door and you will have nothing to look at tonight.” He gave a long stare and then sighed in defeat. We clicked glasses. “You were not joking when you said you would run your hotel lawlessly.” He ran his eyes through the cliques of men and woman on a sex frenzy. “This is one Sodom and Gomorh you have here.” His tone was low, still puzzled by what i had done