Thirty Three Room 소설 & 이야기

“Find out for yourself. There’s a secret meeting in one of the exclusive hotel rooms. Room 312. In thirty minutes. The passcode is 0427.” I stared at him, heart racing. Room 312. Thirty minutes. The detail was too simple, enough to feel dangerous. “What’s in it for you?” I pressed. His smile sharpened, a glint in his eye that made me shiver. “Let’s just say I’m bored. And I want to see some action. Besides, I have a score to settle with that old coot, and you’re my best option.” He pushed away from the wall, the tails of his suit jacket falling into place like water. “I must be going now. Good luck.”

“Welcome to cherry’s hotels and suite. How may I help you?” The receptionist rapped cheerfully. “I’ll like to book a room for the night.” Kimberly replied. “We have three categories. Please browse through our catalog.” The receptionist said while handing her a brochure. “Any room is fine as long as it’s on the west wing. Preferably the middle floor.” Kimberly replied. The receptionist looked at her list and said. “Room thirty six is the only vacant room on the west wing.” She produced a key and handed it to Kimberly.

He had once confided in her. She arrived on the third floor and saw the number on the door of the first room. 28. Kim was in Room 33, and Denzel occupied the largest room on the floor. Room 40. She stopped and tapped on the door. Just then, her eyes caught a lady coming out of Room 40... Kim opened the door. "Good morning, Kate. Up for breakfast already?" "I couldn’t sleep when there was so much to explore." Kim ordered room service for both of them, and they discussed the history of South Africa, apartheid, and the forthcoming journey to Hoedspruit.

The familiar smell of wood fire hits my nostrils, and I feel dizzy. “You girl, come with me!” Well, at least he remembers what I look like. I follow him into the elevator to the 33 floor. Then to room 303. Thanatos kicks open the door. Then yells, “Get the fuck out of my room.” A young couple, half-naked, grab their things and run out. The staff member yells, “I will give you another complimentary room. I apologize for the inconvenience.” “You? What is your name?” “Jake.”

I state slightly for a while until I can no longer withstand Darius gloating gaze and decide to go back in. On my way back to my room, I run into someone I have been trying to avoid for some time now. "We need to talk." "Okay." It's not like I can avoid her forever, can I? Still, I would rather not have this conversation. We walk to the safest place we can find. Where no one can 'mistakenly' hear our conversation. The library. "How long as it been?" She asks straight in. "Almost thirty days." I reply honestly and a crease forms on her forehead.

"Room 304." My stomach does a weird flip. Julian and I exchange quick glances but say nothing, both grabbing our keys from the front desk. We take the elevator up with a few other teammates, everyone tired and ready to drop their bags. The hallway on the third floor is carpeted and quiet, room numbers climbing as we walk. Room 304 is near the end. Julian unlocks it and pushes the door open. We both stop in the doorway, staring at the interior. One bed. Queen-sized, neatly made with white sheets and too many pillows. One bed instead of the two doubles that every other room apparently has.

I had to take note of the particular one which we had in our room, it's quite important. “This is the eighth floor.” Luca replied. “I know it's long but don't worry, there's steady light here and there's no issue with the elevator.” Hearing this, I grinned. My anxiety died down. The next thing I needed to know was the room number. Alessio walked ahead of us and finally stopped at a door to which I raised my eyes. 33A. I grabbed the number. I don't think it will ever go away from my head. As Alessio opened the door upon tapping into the password keypad, the room came into view. I looked back on the keypad before walking in. This too, I will need to know.

"Why? I know you're getting married to him today! He's your man. Am I not your man, too?" Claire's voice turned cold. "I love him. And what exactly are you? Ryan Mercer, I'm warning you. Don't appear in front of Nathan. Do you understand me?" Several moments passed before the man choked out a quiet response. "Okay." Only then did her tone soften. "Be good. I've already arranged for you to join the project department at Sullivan Group. Other than marriage, I can give you anything. If you want children, I can give you that too. But don't cross my bottom line."

Passing through the longest hallway alone was tiring, but the whole place looked rich in king-inspired interiors. “How many rooms are in this house?” “This one alone, sir, has thirty-three.” “Is that his lucky number or something?” The butler smiled. “So when you say alone, just this side?” “Yes, sir.” I nodded. I didn’t know if I should be amused or amazed. We stopped in front of the elevator. “I’d like to walk if you don’t mind.” “Of course, sir.”