Wife Hotel Stranger Novels & Stories

The steward took it, glanced at it once, and immediately called out with the utmost respect, "Donna. Please, this way to the second floor." A ripple of shock ran through the crowd. Someone muttered under their breath, "Did you see that? That looked like the Thorne family crest." "No way. She carries the crest, and he called her Donna. Don't tell me she's Don Thorne's wife?" The rustling murmurs wouldn't let up, and they were honestly starting to grate.

But now, she was completely fine with me watching another woman. Had she really become broad-minded? Once Celeste sensed the tension in the air easing up, she grabbed both my wife and me, saying, "It wasn't easy for the three of us to get away for a trip. Let's not get upset. Look at the size of the TV in this hotel. I'll put a movie on for both of you." She walked to the side of the television and streamed a movie from her phone. Following that, she switched the lights off. The three of us lay comfortably on the king-sized bed. I lay in the middle while Celeste and Bella lay on my left and on my right, respectively.

I found my purse sitting on the bedside table and feeling horrible for basically assaulting a stranger last night, I left some cash on the table for him as compensation. I snuck out of the room and realized that I had actually slept in room 2002 and my room 2001 was right beside this one. Jenny must have mistakenly gotten the numbers mixed up while trying to help me. God, I'm never drinking again. I decided to take a taxi back home, seeing as we had already accomplished what we came to the hotel to do.

Settled inside with the partition down between us and Jeff, the driver calls back to me, "Ma'am, where are we heading to this evening?" "Oh, um, it's Mila, and Hotel Sorella at the City Centre." Jeff raises the glass, leaving me and Mr. Masters alone in the dimly lit space. "Mila. That's a beautiful name. I'm sorry I haven't given you mine. I'm Tyler." He leans over, extending his hand. When I reach out to shake it, he gently kisses my knuckles, never breaking eye contact. I smile broadly. "It's nice to meet you, Tyler."

“I heard your little conversation. I didn't mean to, I mean I was here first but I did hear it. And I know that you hate Xaden.” “Last chance before I leave your deadbody for that fucker to find…” the stranger hissed at me, taking on angered step forward. I moved back immediately, sucking in a breath. “I'm his ex wife…” I blurted out. His expression morphed into shock for a brief second. “Look, you and I seem to have a common goal here. Xaden and I were married before he found her. I want my husband and it seems you want her too…” I hinted the last bit with a smile and I watched the man relax, his stance returning back to normal.

Laid down on the table like cards. If that sexual experience I had with the stranger in the hotel room was so good that I had orgasmic releases up to four times, then Strange Guy must be my mate. Not someone I have a crush on. Point taken. But she is so wrong that I don't tell her in case I spoil her fun. The spoiler is that I tested the butler and ascertained from him that Austin was home that night, so there was absolutely no way he could have shown up at the hotel and handcuffed himself to the bed.

"More of him? Well, that's not a one-night stand then. Maybe he's a lover." "I don't know him. I don't even know where he lives. He's a stranger but the feeling is different." "Where did you guys meet?" "At the field. In the woods." "Last night was the full moon. I told you to come home earlier. Are you sure you weren't mated?" "I don't know where it is but I just feel like I want more but I think it's different for him," she replied feeling sad. "Girl you are tripping. Chill. I think it's just a fling. There's nothing serious there. Dada asked of you."

He stretched out his hand and she blinked at it before fisting her hands on her sides and bowing her head slightly in greeting. "I umm... I'm waiting for my husband," She said in a curt voice. She can't introduce herself to a stranger. A stranger who was here in the Maldives at the same time as hers. It was eerie and she didn't know why. Waqas' brow arched up as he retreated his hand and smiled looking at the ground. "I see, you're married." He said. "Yes," she retorted. "I didn't get your name," He said and she looked at him sharply. She wasn't naive. She told him she was married. Why did he still seem interested?

“Wes. I’ve had a really long day and I just want to go home, so can we please skip the lecture.” He takes slow cautious steps forward, but something doesn’t feel right about him. Stuck in place, I stand there like a deer in headlights. Still unable to see his face, he speaks in a voice that I regrettably recognize. “Oh, I’m not Wes, babe. But you can home with me.” It's him. The stranger that attacked me at the hotel.

Almothean suddenly snatched him away and pulled him in his arms The stranger looks like he was about to say something but when he saw how the man who just came glared at him, he just decided to leave. “What are you doing here?” As soon as the man leaves, Blaine immediately step back and ask Almothean “I was about to head home when I saw you come in here with someone.” “O-oh.” “Forget about me. What are YOU doing here. Seems like you’re a regular?” He asks Shit. I didn’t want him to know that I’m a gay. “Ah no, I’m just going to drop off my friend then head home.” He denied nervously