One Night At A Hotel Ruined My Life Novels & Stories

I wasn’t the kind of girl who went to parties, who drank too much, who ended up in a billionaire’s penthouse without remembering how she got there. I stole one last look at him before I left. He looked peaceful, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths, completely unaware that my entire world had tilted off its axis. I turned away. Maybe it was better this way. Better if he never knew. Better if I forgot this ever happened and went back to my real life, my quiet life. After all, what was one night to someone like him? I slipped out of the room and closed the door behind me, the soft click echoing louder than it should have.

The cocky confidence from our hotel encounter had been replaced by something hungrier, more desperate. “About time you showed up,” he said, circling my car. “Thought you might try to stand me up.” “What do you want, Nick?” I asked, staying beside my vehicle in case I needed to escape quickly. “I told you at the hospital—we’re done. That night was a mistake.” “A mistake?” He laughed harshly. “That’s a funny way to describe the best night of your life.” “It wasn’t the best night of anything,” I snapped. “I was drunk and heartbroken and making terrible decisions.”

She added. "Yeah, well I guess that's what I look like the day I've been through hell." I muttered, getting out as well. I retrieved my duffel bag and the two of us saw the hotel in front of us. It wasn't as tempting as the hotel the other night, but it was a hotel. And like I had said earlier, I was tired and wanted rest. * "I'm sorry, but we've only got one bed rooms left." The woman had told us. "So either one of you will have to sleep on the couch or you find more vacancy about fifty miles down the road."

I murmured, taking a seat and sipping out of Jerome’s drink he had left behind. My life was a mess. I had thrown everything down the drain, and still, Jess wasn’t here. Andrea no longer wanted to speak to me, Dominic had moved out because of me, even Miss Anna now feared me, and my friends couldn’t stand me anymore. To top it all off, I just told them to leave my house. Was I really going crazy? The night passed in a blur. I had woken up to find myself still seated by the pool after consuming a whole lot of alcohol. I could tell from the two bottles of whiskey in front of me. My head banged as I pressed on my temples and remembered the events of yesterday.

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

No one could say anything and the manager said Someone important was offended and he had shut down the hotel completely. They May not be able to open that hotel again. Everyone should go and find somewhere else to work, find a job elsewhere. She was stunned. Who could they have offended and the result was to shut down the entire hotel overnight? She didn't want to leave initially but when she saw others left, she also turned around and went home. She had told her mother she worked overtime, and this morning, the hotel was closed down and she didn't return home with money. She was going to tell her mother what happened. She had to tell her boyfriend Alfred Justin about what happened. They've

“He doesn’t know me. I don’t know him. There were no names. No numbers. Nothing. Just sex. It’s fine. It’s buried. It’s GONE.” I stood tall, like I was giving a TED Talk to my regrets. “What happens in that hotel… stays in that hotel. And inside my overly romantic heart that needs to be put in time-out.” I walked back into my room, carrying my hangover soup in my hand, my face buried in my hand, stomping my legs on the floor as I walked in and murmured to myself, “F*ck alcohol. I’m never taking alcohol in my life again. It just made me subscribe for another bundle of problems.”

I was in an hotel room, an expensive kind of hotel. Slowly, the events of the previous day began flooding into my mind and I remembered the man from the club. Without any further contemplation, I jumped off the bed and started wearing my clothes which had been scattered and strewn about the floor. I had just begun to live with the trauma of my destroyed reputation and ruined career,I couldn't afford to get on the news again. But as usual, I was unlucky. The bathroom door opened as I was wearing my shoes and the tall man from the previous night walked in.

We’ve just finished finals, a busy month of back to back studying and all nighters. It sounded like the perfect plan for us to let go and unwind. She found a club a couple of hours away and we got dressed and called an Uber. I remember three drinks but from there it’s all a blur. I’m a lightweight and the three martinis knocked me out faster than you could say ‘shoot’. I woke up in a hotel room with a man next to me. Like every cliche novel out there, I got dressed and left before he woke up. That was the best and worst decision of my life.

she said continuously without a breath. I successfully opened my door and closed it immediately. I slumped on the floor, the feel of my condo unit makes me always feel safe. "Who is that man, Calliana?! When I asked him where were you, he told me your safe and I shouldn't worry. And then I asked his name and girl, did you just have a one night stand with the most sought bachelor of 21st century?" she squealed. "Women will crawl and kneel for a one night stand with a Zeigler! A Zeigler, Calliana!"