What Does Dbl Mean In Hotel Novels & Stories

"We don't have to break up. We can use this hotel as our hideout. It’ll be our secret." Bella arched an eyebrow. "Oh? So now you’re fine with a hotel? All those times you made me come to your house, risking everything..." "I just love the privacy of my home," he insisted. "We can keep Samuel in the dark. It’s better this way." "If you want to keep me," Bella said, leaning in close, "then I want a spare key to your house." Chief hesitated, his expression shifting to one of unease. "Samuel can't know. I can give you a key to another property I own, but my home is too risky."

He pushed me back, away from the door that closed behind his back. Nabastala Putra, the real name of a gigolo who claims to be Aryo. More interesting, actually. However, this man who was taller than me by a few inch seemed to investigate our surroundings with an annoyed look. "Just a moment..., just a moment." My forefinger and thumb formed a small pinch in the air. Perhaps pinching the tanned circles on his chest was much more fun than starting a conversation like this. "Guest, Bro?" Another voice asked from the open door behind Aryo. Ah, I'm used to calling him that.

Charles also joined in, saying, “Rrrr. Rrrr. Riley.” “Okay, fine!” After fifteen minutes of pronouncing the sound, Kyle said, “Riley!” He turned to Riley and declared, “I suppose you deserve it. Congratulations. You have made me say another woman’s name, but no matter what, the most beautiful name, in my opinion, will always be Gaby or Gabrielle.” “Not arguing with that!” Riley declared. “I love Gaby!” After Kyle finally got Riley’s name right, Charles offered, “Mr. Wright, the Diamond Hotels mainly focus on selling vacation rentals, but how about we collaborate? Behind this resort, I can build two towers of condominium units that could be sold permanently to private owners.”

He didn't want to get tangled up in anything dangerous. "That's my husband ahead. He's cheating on me," Debra explained. No longer doubtful, the driver slammed his foot on the gas. "Don't worry, miss. We'll catch up with him." "Thanks," Debra replied, her eyes fixed on the car ahead until it pulled up at a hotel. Debra recognized the place. The hotel was owned by the Lowe Group. The driver shook his head. "Miss, a man like that is not worth it." "Thanks, I'll get out of here." Debra paid the fare.

** Harper’s POV ** Finley shows us the hotel on his screen. It looks decent, modern and tucked into the city centre, where there should be lots of people and security cameras. It’s not the kid of place someone would expect a group of young Greys to be hiding out. “It looks fine to me,” Dillon says. “I agree. Can we book online?” I ask. “Yes, but the biggest room they have says it sleeps four,” Finley sighs. “That’s fine, book that.” I nod. “We can push the beds together to make one big one.”

She slid a card across. Not forged. Not scrambled. Hers. Real. He scanned it. Smiled again. “All right, Ms. Petrov,” he said. “We have a double on the twelfth floor. City view. Would that work?” “Yes,” she said. Kael stood half a step behind her, hands in his pockets, letting her handle it. Also new. Also, good. *Look at you,* Aria murmured. *Checking into hotels under your own name and not because someone’s making you. I’m emotional.*

I responded with a glare. The shorter staff cleared his throat. "If you'll both kindly show us your key cards, we can straighten this out." "gladly," I huffed, shoving mine forward. Mr. Smug did the same, sliding his out with infuriating calm. the staff scanned both cards, their brows furrowing. My stomach churned. Finally, the shorter one looked up nervously. "There's been a double booking. Both of you are registered to this suite." I blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."

“We’ll still be close to the main lifts, and we can go down to the team floor together before morning transport.” Devon’s eyes moved from Liam’s key to Romy’s. The adjoining numbers appeared together in his line of sight: 3701 and 3702. The pleasure disappeared from Liam’s expression only after Devon saw it. “Which guest is in 3703?” Devon asked. The manager checked the screen. “A couple on an extended reservation. They are due to leave Thursday morning.” “Offer them the penthouse for the remaining three nights. No additional charge. Include private breakfast service, security access, and a car for the duration of their stay.”

Not once did he spy anyone sneaking up on them or paying their SUV more attention than necessary. "How's the list coming?" He glanced at Erin tapping on his phone. "It's long, but I've really only stayed at the big chain hotels. We could stay at one of the locally owned, independent hotels?" "What's the most expensive one?" "What?" "When in doubt, go for the most expensive hotel. They typically have the most security." "The Erbil Rotana, then. I have been there for an event, but I've never stayed there." It gave them a destination at least. He'd take it.

“Yes.” I blink. Excuse me? The receptionist beams. “Wonderful! The penthouse is one of our finest accommodations with a king-size bed, private lounge, in room jacuzzi…” I nearly choke. “One bed?” She hesitates, glancing at the screen. “That’s what’s listed in the reservation.” I whip back to Gabriel, narrowing my eyes. “You booked a single bed?” His jaw flexes. “I booked the best room available.” “That’s not an answer.”