One Night At A Hotel Ruined My Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Hey Jubi.” “Hey. God, I need coffee.” She slunk up to the counter. “What’s wrong with you?” Nyx laughed. “Do you know how hard it is to get a hotel room in this city over the Christmas break? Let me rephrase. Do you know how hard it is finding a hotel room in this city which doesn’t offer hourly rates? It’s almost as bad as New York. I slept in the most uncomfortable bed of my life last night while the people on the other side of the wall had very loud, very exuberant sex. I mean loud. There’s no way the man was so good. Maybe they were filming a porno.”

Well I had beaten them to it and left the club before the effect of the aphrodisiac started kicking in. I had actually entered the wrong hotel and I did not check in at the room Elan booked for me instead I was in another hotel just opposite my booked hotel. It happened that there are two five star hotel in that area precisely opposite each other and I had entered the wrong one all thanks to my drunkenness. So I was in the wrong hotel and in the wrong room and I had just freely given my virginity to a man I barely knew . NOAH'S POV

I was in a hotel room with an Adonis I didn't recognize. I remembered the party. I remembered the Twins ditching me. I remembered seeing Adrian Huntington—the ghost of my ruin—across the dance floor. The rest was a blur of rum and the desperate need to forget. It was amazing how a broken heart and enough booze could make a one-night stand look like a survival tactic.

” One night for a hundred thousand dollars. I sold my soul for a chance to save her. I was just nineteen. Broken. Desperate. My mama’s life was hanging by a thread in a hospital bed. The bills suffocated me like chains. I went to that club because my friend said someone there could help. I hadn’t known who he was then. Just a man with eyes like storms and promises that felt like salvation. It was just one night. One mistake. One heartbeat that changed everything. But fate is cruel.

“I mean, if you know his name, you could call the hotel and ask what room he’s in. Hopefully he’ll still be there.” “That’s the problem,” Taliana said, blowing out the breath she’d been holding. “I can’t remember his name.” Marissa bit her lip as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. “That could be a problem.” “You think?” Taliana shot her an exasperated look. “I don’t remember his name, I don’t remember the room number, and I don’t remember what the hell possessed me to even sleep with him!” She plopped onto the floor when her legs decided they didn’t want to support her anymore. “This is a disaster.”

What did I ever do to the universe to end up like this? I thought my father was bad enough. Now I'm stuck in a hotel room with a perverted man I've never met saying he's going to have fun with me tonight! Tate? Where the hell are you?

Avery stood still, stunned. "Is there any available room?” "Hum… We're so sorry to inform you that the rooms have been fully occupied. We would refund your money and compensate you for the inconvenience we caused you." Avery sighed, a frustrated hiss curling out of her mouth. This week had been the most miserable week of her life. Getting cheated on, being walked in on while pleasuring herself, and now, getting sent out of the room she had fully booked. All in one week? “Of course.” She whispered. “This had to be included in the list of terrible things that has happened this week.”

“Thirty-seven nights. And somehow you’ve become the only thing that still makes sense when everything else is falling apart.” The merger crisis had escalated into something that could destroy everything Damien had built. The modeling offer now had a ticking clock of nine days. But in the middle of the gathering storm, two men held each other tighter than ever no longer just addicted to nights, but fighting for a future that might actually last.

The so-called places are now a strange abode to me. It was becoming dark already, and there was no space in the street for the good girl, else she would be maltreated before daybreak. I used a large amount of the money with me for the first Uber I saw just to leave here and go wherever I could. Now I know that no one wants to hear me out and no one cares, both at work, the love of my life, and at home. I was dropped off nowhere after the cab man was tired, he wanted to go home, and here I was, having nowhere on my mind.

For every step he takes, it’s a step I take back, as he says, “It’s my hotel, Steph. In fact, I live next door. I came here to ask you to leave because you didn’t let anyone sleep last night.” I cover my mouth with one hand, horrified that we ended up in one of his hotels and that, of all people, that’s where he lives. Insecure I say, “Really? I’m so sorry… We didn’t mean to upset anyone.” “Oh, but you did… Now, imagine my surprise when you opened the door and I realized that the one who screamed dirty words all night while she was being fucked was you. Since when do you like to be fucked like a whore?”