The Overnight Guest Novels & Stories

What sat underneath the surface mattered more. But this was a stranger I’d never see again. The view for two seconds wasn’t a crime. My stomach growled loud enough to interrupt the thought. Right. Food. I pressed a hand to my midsection, pushed everything else aside, and ordered. By the time I finished eating, the girls and the tall stranger had already faded into the background noise. I drove back to the hotel intending to crash for a nap. Instead, a staff member knocked, voice carefully polite. “Miss Ravencroft? The guest downstairs complained about the noise last night. Said it was loud enough to keep him awake. He’d appreciate it if things stayed quieter.” I stared at her. “What the hell

He bent down and took one arm while Dean took the other, and together they took him upstairs to put him to bed. “He's in this room tonight,” Owen said, holding open the door to one of the guest rooms. It was the one Jack had put Owen in after their night in the bar. The nightstand was already stocked with Gatorade and water. Rachel had thought of everything. “Hey guys,” Aiden called, popping his head in the door. “We need some muscle. Paul's roughing up one of the caterers.” Jack sighed. So much for his perfect bachelor's night. “Dean, Owen, you two go down and kick the crap out of Paul. I'll get Leo cleaned up and put to bed.”

I said to Eve. “Yeah, and I, Chloe, are here to listen,” she assured me, and I thanked her before I left the line, which cut. First I contemplated leaving after I ended the call, but a fear still loomed in me as if the Russian mafia came back? “Can… I stay here just for tonight.” I bit my lips as I asked. “Yeah, of course, you can,” he said enthusiastically as he led me toward the guest bedroom, showing me the bathroom. Also, I needed a shower.

The evening brought a banquet, and while some guests left for urgent matters, most stayed back at the hotel for various entertainments and would depart after the evening feast. Paige and Chris were assigned to a guest room to rest. Paige, exhausted from staying up late chatting with Sierra the previous night and disrupted sleep due to Linda's issue, quickly fell asleep upon getting in the room. She slept until a little past 5 p.m. in the afternoon, awakened by the hotel's bustling corridors as preparations for the evening festivities began. If not for the noise, Paige felt she could have slept longer. She got up, and after freshening up with Chris, they headed downstairs for dinner.

Sleep wouldn't come. Late into the night, I heard a soft, uneven sound coming from the bathroom. It sounded… alluring. Quietly, I got up and crept toward the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and a faint light spilled out into the hallway. Peering into the bathroom, I saw Lexie sitting on the toilet, legs wide apart, with nothing covering her core, looking delicate. Not only that, but she was also holding my underwear, greedily sniffing it. I happened to have a clear view of everything.

The rooms had already been assigned, and I wasn't sure if Xavier and I would share a room again, as we had done previously, so I couldn't wait for us to talk later. We arrived at the resort shortly after five p.m. We immediately settled our luggage in our rooms before heading to the restaurant for an early dinner. We have a lot of activities planned for tomorrow, so most of us chose to rest, while others preferred to explore the island. Two people will share each room, and I was ecstatic when Xavier whispered in my ear that we would be sharing the same room again; his next word nearly made me moan. "Prepare yourself for tonight; I will guarantee that you will be screaming my name."

“A room has been prepared for you upstairs if you’d prefer not to travel back into the city tonight. My staff will show you. Breakfast is available whenever you wake. The same arrangement will stand for the following evenings.” He did not offer a handshake. He did not walk me out. He simply returned to the chair and sat, as if the conversation had been a brief intermission and the real attention was already shifting back to whatever internal measure he kept. The same staff member appeared in the doorway. I collected my phone and shoes, followed him up a floating staircase, and was shown into a guest suite that looked like an extension of the rest of the house pale, precise, expensive, and im

Amaya handed me a silky nightgown, short and sexy, before disappearing into her own room. It was softer than anything I’d ever worn. I went into the guest room which was already prepared by the maids for me. The house had gone quiet, everyone was fast asleep. But I kept turning from one end of the bed to another, I just couldn't fall asleep. Sometime past midnight, I got up with my throat dry. No bottled water in sight. I hesitated, then finally pushed the covers back, slipping out of the guest room.

It did not take long before the two of them disappeared into one of the bedrooms and got intimate. A playful thought crossed my mind. I immediately called the driver and told him to deliver some high-quality ingredients to the mountain villa. Not long after, the front door opened. Inside the room, the two of them, who had just gotten started, scrambled off the bed in a panic. As I watched the ridiculous scene unfold, I could not help but laugh out loud. However, after the laughter came something colder. So, that was why Jasmine had called me earlier, reminding me not to come back to the villa.

I say as I make my way to my room, I stop, remembering the faint scent I got earlier. “Hey, Steff … Were there any unfamiliar guests tonight, even just passing by?” “Well, we were a full house tonight, but mostly regulars." She states.... "Oh...there was a young man who came to book a room for the day after tomorrow, and he used the restroom quickly, I think. But other than that, mostly regulars… why do you ask?” “Oh, I thought I might have seen someone I use to know” I lie… ……………………………………………………………………………………….