The Overnight Guest Novels & Stories

Silence reigned between us as we bathed in the aftermath of the sex. "Fuck! The next guest must have waited for me and left... " I was so anxious and hastily dressed up but he waved his hand at me "Relax, I paid for three guests period which means I stayed the hour of three guests with you" he chuckled and continued "Do you think that if I was staying only one period that no guest would have come in by now? One guest period is an hour and twenty minutes and it's almost four hours already so what do you think?" Denzel said and I almost fell off my bed 'If that is the case then it meant that two guests would have been here catching me and Denzel unaware?' I immediately shook the thought off of

"Thank you, Joan. I'm really happy you are here." I checked the guest list and found out that we currently have three guests. One is a couple, staying here until tomorrow and the other one is a solo occupant registered as Tony. He asked for room service 5 times: ordered a bottle of vodka, steak for dinner, cleaning the room, complained about the bathroom and asked to exchange the linens while the other guests asked for nothing. This is the first time we got five requests from a guest only for the first night. I was busy checking the guest list when the phone rings. "Reception. How may I help you?"

she smiled and they left for the dining table. " Wow, so delicious". Ryan said. "Mom, don't you think this is too much for one night?" Theo questioned. "No, this is for Jayden's guest". She said. " Allow your mother to do it as she pleases, she had sleepless nights thinking about how today will go ". Mr. Williams said. " Am just so happy to meet my grandchild," she said happily. "Mom, the child hasn't been born yet". Theo said. "Is the same thing".

I knock again, softer this time. Still nothing. I try the handle. The door creaks open, and a woman in uniform is stripping the bedsheets. “Uh… sorry,” I say, stepping in. “Where’s the guest who stayed here?” She glances at me with a polite smile. “She checked out early this morning.” My heart skips. “Checked out?” The woman nods. “Yes, sir. I was just finishing up here. She left this behind though—” She reaches into her apron pocket and hands me a folded note. “I found it on the nightstand.”

The perfectly arranged table with alcohol filling it, the several doors showing how big of an apartment it was. "Come, come, let me show you to the guest room." The old man led her down the lengthy halls of Oliviér's home. The guest room was clean, which was not surprising seeing as how his parlor was clean as well. "You can sleep here tonight, when Master Oliviér returns I will tell him of your arrival," the old man bowed before leaving the room. Elizabeth nodded, looking at the wide bed. She wasted no time crawling into it, not even bothering to remove her clothes or washing herself.

Oscar looks at the time. “Oh, fuck, is it already almost midnight. I’ve overstayed my welcome…” Oscar exclaims. Henry shrugs. “It’s already night mate and you need to rest after all that screen time. You can take the guest room if you two can get off that game for a few minutes and get some sleep…” “I don’t want to impose…”Oscar insists.

CLAIRE “A single room, please,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Top floor. As far away from other guests as possible.” “And for how many nights, ma’am?” “Just one for now. I’ll extend if necessary.” I give them the payment information. The transaction confirmation dings on my screen, giving me a solid destination and a twelve-hour reprieve. But then… a ripple of heat spreads across the nape of my neck like a prickle of awareness. The air behind me just shifted.

She hesitated, then pressed play. And immediately wished she hadn’t. It was a dimly lit hotel room. The camera was shaky at first, then it settled. Andrea’s voice laughed behind the phone. And then Sara—her little sister—came into frame, giggling, naked beneath the sheets. Andrea moved in behind her. He kissed her shoulder. She moaned softly. Then the sheets fell completely. Diana couldn’t watch more. She slammed the phone face down on the sink, heart racing, bile rising up her throat.

"Just twice weekly visits. Tuesday and Thursday evenings. You would arrive at six, spend time with the children, put them to bed, and stay overnight in the guest room. Leave the next morning before they wake up." Overnight in Timothy Chase's penthouse? With my children sleeping down the hall? The idea was torture. Beautiful, devastating torture. "Why overnight?" I asked. "Because they sleep better when they know someone is in the house. Someone they trust." "I… I need to think about this." "Of course." Timothy pulled out a card and handed it to me. "My personal number. Call me when you have decided." I took the card, my fingers brushing his briefly. The contact sent a jolt through me that I

“You thought for three seconds.” He thanked me several more times before hanging up, leaving me standing in the kitchen and wondering why I suddenly felt nervous about having a guest I had known for years. By six that evening, I had cleaned the spare room, changed the sheets, and made sure there were fresh towels in the bathroom. I told myself I was simply being a good host, but I knew I was doing more than necessary. Maybe it was because Leo was not a stranger. Maybe it was because I had always been a little too aware of him.