The Overnight Guest Novels & Stories

"True! I think you will be better off single and when you're horny for children, have some baby mamas." "My head hurts, Ivan. Can I spend the night at your place?" "Sure! You can use the guest room. I'll let text you the passcode. But since you're sick, I can't assure you that you will get some good sleep. I'm coming home with some babes tonight." "Never mind!" Connor ended the call. He scrolled through his contact list and finally saw the number he was looking for. He almost dialed his secretary but changed his mind, realizing letting anyone know his whereabouts for now, was a dangerous thing to do.

My sleeping bag was rolled up in the corner where I'd left it this morning, along with my overnight bag. There were a few textbooks scattered across the desk, along with a cardigan I'd forgotten hung over the chair. I suddenly felt like a slob. "Nice room," Noah said, setting his duffel bag on the floor. "Cozy." "It's just the guest room. Mrs. Dawson let me have it, but I don't actually live here, I just stay over because I usually work late—" I was rambling again. "There are towels in the bathroom if you want to shower, and—"

Emma left to go to a god-awful dinner with her parents so I am home alone so I get up to answer it. "Who is it?" I ask putting my phone down on the counter I don't hear an answer so I just pull the door open seeing Skinner standing there. "Out of all the clubs you go to last night, you come to mine." He mutters and I gaped. "I didn't know it was yours." I start but he waves his finger at me and I close my mouth. "Then you go to my hotel with one of my guys." He grunts pulling the guy I almost slept with into my view.

He followed the sound to the room next to his. “Who’s in the guest room? Mum didn’t mention a guest,” he whispered. He walked closer to the door, opened it gently and slowly, and peeped in. His breath hitched. Kai stood painting on a board, obviously Rowan’s. He wore a white singlet and blue shorts with Rowan’s paint apron tied around his waist. Bandages wrapped parts of his arms and shoulder. A brush moved smoothly in his hand as he sang softly, his voice calm and warm.

I went to the guest room and knocked lightly. The door opened. Susan stood there in a nightgown that I was genuinely not prepared for. Silky, short, the kind of thing that made it very obvious she had not slept alone. We stared at each other. "Oh," she said. "Summer. Hey." "Hey," I said.

Her voice aided by the microphone carried to every inch of the club and the DJ stopped playing as well. She smirked, moving seductively as she made sure everyone was looking at her. When that was achieved, she plucked a notepad from somewhere off stage and popped out immediately. “Tonight, we have a special act because a little bird told me that we have some special guests here with us right about now!” Murmuring broke out as everyone searched around for the so-called special guests. Cameron smacked his palm against his forehead in regret. The garage boys must have recognized his last name and had informed their employers.

she sipped her tea for effect. "she tells me also, the man who is booked at their guest house is no ordinary man," looking at Grace in the eye to be certain she caught that part "he arrived well past midnight last night, accompanied by a group of men, he must be a rich man or president, the sorts you see on the Teli," she said with a wave of her hand. grace suppressed a chuckle, she couldn't picture what a President would be doing at Culmore but she didn't dare laugh at a time like this. Rose would take offense.

I soon realized that my phone was nowhere inside my purse, making me sigh in defeat. At that moment, I remembered leaving my phone on my bed before leaving for the party. As I strolled past the long hallways and retrieved my phone, my feet stopped along the way when my ears caught some strange noise emitting from the guest room nearby. When I approached the room, the sounds became clearer. I covered my mouth with my hand, knowing it was pleasurable moans of a man and woman escaping the room. I could not believe that guests would use the guest room of the packhouse to sleep with each other during a teen’s birthday party. I felt gross just thinking about it.

"I can't have anything with this good man." "Why do you look so worried is everything okay with you?" Siaasked after noticing that Selene had really not smiled ever since she entered her room. "I can't let go of what happened that night. I have been restless ever since. I have gone back to that field but he didn't show up." "Excuse me? You went back to what field." Sia asked her. She couldn't understand why Selene kept bringing up the one-night stand. Why was it called a one-night stand again?

The room was immaculate, the morning sun fully illuminating the custom mahogany furniture and the expansive balcony that overlooked the western training grounds. “Oh! Before I forget and let you sleep for the rest of the day,” I chimed in, clapping my hands together as a sudden, brilliant realization hit my thoughts. I bounded over to the edge of his bed, my emerald-green two-piece catching the light. “There is someone absolutely incredible under this roof that you need to meet. My best friend from the city is actually staying in one of the guest rooms right now!” Gray paused, his back to me as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, his broad shoulders shifting slightly under the fabric. “A c