Sam And Colby Stanley Hotel Novels & Stories

“You're right. I haven't been to the doctor in a while. I should make an appointment.” He glanced at me, a soft smile playing on his lips. “It's important. You need to take care of yourself and the little one.” “Thanks so much,” I said, my voice filled with genuine gratitude. “I appreciate your help. I don't know what I would have done without you tonight.” “That's what friends are for,” he replied, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. Samuel slowed down and pointed to a small but nice-looking hotel. “This one has good facilities and affordable prices,” he said, glancing at me. “I know the owner, so you can get a discount too.”

“Where is the reunion held tonight?” “Amber Boulevard for dinner, and the pub after.” Amber Boulevard was a popular five-star restaurant in Santabaca. Billy and Sherman were the last ones to arrive. The private room was already filled with people that were all in pairs. “Why didn’t you guys order?” Billy asked. “Who would have the guts to order anything before the person who was going to pay the bill arrived? We’re afraid that we could not pay for this meal even if we broke the bank.”

Just as he was pressing the speed dial button, the hotel room door opened and two men in hotel uniforms entered with frightened faces. “Th-that’s...” pointed out one of the two people. His face was as pale as corpses, even paler than the old vampires where Lev came from. “Sir?” This time it was another man’s turn to speak. He looked bolder, though both pale-faced. “Are you okay?” the man asked. He gulped as he looked at Lev’s clothes, which were covered in blood. “I’m Sam, the manager of this hotel—” Lev raised his hand, telling the man named Sam to shut up. Then Lev spoke to the person he contacted by phone.

"Your suite is at The El Diablo. It's a luxury hotel and has everything you'll need. Mr. Collins wants to meet with you, but I don't think you'll be working tonight." We take our seats in the limo and Sam, as usual, tries to sit on my lap. With a mighty heave, I shove him over. He's never figured out that he isn't a lap dog and he always manages to finagle at least half his body onto mine when I sit on the couch at home. The limo is no different in his opinion. I feel less defensive when Sam proceeds to drool and mess up the pristine leather seat. Take that, I silently cheer.

“Call me Audrey, okay? Don’t be scared. I will be there for you, I promise.” I nodded. “I will wait for you, Sam.” He gave me a final instruction. “Stick to Liam wherever you go, okay? The train will lead you to Phoenix airport, but the plane tickets are still set for tomorrow morning, so you will have to wait for a few more hours. But it’s better than being sent to Benjamin’s manor today, right? I reserved a room at the Clinton Hotel near the airport. It's a three-star, so you can be comfortable.” Sam looked at Liam. “I had reserved one for you next to Audrey’s. Call me when you get there.”

Riley was in the passenger seat, and when Chase continued keeping silent, she could not help looking at him through the rear-view mirror. Chase looked like he was sleeping, and it only enraged Riley. This was a crucial moment, and this guy was actually sleeping. Was this unimportant to him, or was he just pretending not to care? The South River City Hotel was the only seven-star hotel in South River City. It was high-end and was one of the most highly regarded hotels in the city. The owner of the hotel was the kingpin of South River City, Sam Collins. That was why no one ever dared to stir up trouble there.

Tabby pouted a little but agreed that they would meet in their hotel lobby in an hour. When Robert and Sam got in the taxi, she waved to her friend from the window and sat down with a sigh of relief. “Thanks for coming up with the lunch idea. Their apartment is not at all neutral territory,” she said looking out the window at the big city starting to think she didn’t like it as much as she did Indianapolis. “No problem Samantha that is why I am here,” he said patting her on the shoulder. “Plus I don’t think Mark seconded that invitation at all,” Sam replied.

Instead, he gestured for her to get in the car. Sitting in the back, Samantha watched the scenery outside and showed no intention of pretending to sleep. As they arrived at the venue—a top-tier hotel in the city—they saw numerous upper-class individuals entering. The debris on the ground indicated that the hotel had recently held its opening ceremony. Samantha found it unusual for a recently opened hotel to host such a large event. Kendrick opened the car door for Samantha and raised his arm slightly. Samantha, unaware of the situation, nonchalantly linked arms with him anyway.

“Cash knocked. She didn’t answer. So he came and got me and I tried. She wouldn’t come to the door for me either. I don’t think she’s here. The maid wouldn’t let us in.” “Did you ask the front desk if she’d checked out?” Cash and Trevor exchanged a sheepish look. Idiots. Colby pushed away from the trailer and headed toward the motel office. “Hey, Colby. Where you goin’?” He didn’t answer. He just kept walking. And tried like hell not to run. Channing nursed a Bud Light in a corner booth. She picked at her second bowl of pretzels and listened to the jukebox wailing another sad song about love gone wrong. In her life even lust had gone wrong.

If anything happened to Samuel while she went on her walkabout to try to have a booty call with Alex, I’d never forgive her. “Let me grab some clothes for you. I don’t have women’s clothes, but you could borrow my gym clothes; they should work. And I’ll get dressed and drive you to the hotel. Of course, you’ll have tell me what hotel.” Alex offered, quickly jumping up from the sofa. “Fine. I’m staying at the Hampton Inn & Suites on 9th Ave.” I conceded.