Novel & Cerita One Night At A Hotel Ruined My Life

Turned it once between my fingers. The girl they had humiliated in that hotel suite was allowed one night to fall apart. That night was over.

It made my personal life a desert. But then, seven years ago... there was that one night. I had been at a high-profile event, and I had been drinking heavily, something I rarely do. I ended up in a hotel room with a girl. I remembered her being incoherent, clearly under the influence of something. I wasn't much better. My memories of that night were a blur of heat and desperation. When I woke up a few hours later, I had to rush to an emergency meeting. When I returned to the hotel to find her, she was gone. No name, no traces, and the hotel’s CCTV had mysteriously "malfunctioned" for that specific hour.

Annabelle. A luxurious hotel room. A tall, muscular, and attractive stranger. A passionate kiss that melted away my senses as I surrendered myself to the tempting pleasure of my first-ever one-night stand. The hotel room door closed behind us with a loud slamming sound, and then I felt my back being pressed against the cold wall as a very tall and muscular man trapped me between his large frame and the wall behind me. I looked up into his face, and I had to admit that he was definitely my type. Tall, muscular, dark hair, and intense gray eyes. I couldn't have dreamed before this moment that I could spend a passionate night with a man like him.

I reached for the door— “Stop,” the man warned. Too late. Cameras burst into the room. Flashes blinded me as voices shouted over one another. “Is this your first time cheating?” “Does your boyfriend know?” “Is your father aware?” I screamed, covering myself as shame crashed over me. Someone draped a jacket around my shoulders and rushed me past the chaos and when I turned it was this stranger I spent the night with. And just like that My life was destroyed. Few days later... I got the call that my father had collapsed, I ran to the hospital, praying—begging—that he would be okay.

The morning light barely touched the mansion when I woke up, my mind immediately flashed back to lastnight, I was still haunted by the figure in the rearview mirror from last night’s gala. My pulse refused to settle. The bright lights from sunrise reflected in my room making it shine gold.the room was cold from the aiconditioner but I still felt very hot, oblivious to the storm brewing within these walls.

I didn't sleep that night, or the night after. Every time I closed my eyes, the photographs burned into my eyelids. The dark hotel room,the man with the blurred face,my body and features,the total ruin of the only night that had ever felt real to me. I sat on the edge of the sagging mattress in a cheap, generic hotel room, staring at my phone,three days since the divorce. Three days since Jason threw me out like trash. The media was having a field day,the headlines hadn't stopped, and social media was vicious.

It was deeply infuriating. I, on the other hand, was a walking anxiety attack. My heart was already running a marathon against my ribs, and my mind was frantically replaying the chaotic blur of the last eight hours. I’d come to his hotel room with an attitude, fully intending to put him in his place, to tell him that our first night was a fluke. Instead, the second he touched me, my dignity had folded like a cheap card table.

Harper held her phone up and waited for me to respond. My life sucked at the moment. My parents had been out of town for well over a week and weren't coming back anytime soon. They were always going on these extravagant trips while me and Dillon, my stupid brother, got left behind. The worst part? When we got left behind, it was pizza every night for dinner or having dinner with the Creeds. I usually took the latter. I nodded. "Definitely. If I have to eat cold pizza one more night because Dillon forgets to tell me he ordered it in the first place, I'm going to kill him."

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*