Wife Hotel Stranger Novels & Stories

"When she ask for the Thursdays for her father's birthday, i gave the Wednesday before but the Thursday night, i got a call in the office from her with an stranger who obviously helped her. He said she was lost and need help! He gave little details but then when I got there she was wearing only a bathrobe and beside slippers. I took her to an hotel and leave her there but she cried from time to time in her sleep. Why did she called me? She's a married woman why didn't she call him, her husband?" Kyhe explain to Kuwain what he's going on about then ask? Because even him is seriously interested in why she called him that night instead her husband family or him, himself! Kuwain ignore the fact

“Fuck… someone, anyone…” Then I remembered: I had the internet. Desperate, shaking hands fumbled for the laptop across from the bed. My fingers hovered over the trackpad, and when the screen lit up, my blood ran cold. A video was trending with millions of views and comments pouring in like acid. I was kissing a stranger. My lips pressed to his, my memory came back in shards. The whiskey haze, the night, the words spilling out of my mouth: “Kiss me… at my husband’s wedding.”

They took a different route, as if they were going to a motel. I want to pounce on them. This animal is really careful. He doesn’t want to show the woman he’s with. So I thought about taking a picture of the two of them so that I could gradually have evidence. I don’t deserve to be made fun of by them. I don’t deserve to be fooled by my husband. When they got in, I was going down, and I asked a receptionist there. “Hey, Miss! There was a man and a woman who booked a room earlier. Which room are they in?”

“Relax. It's too far from here. And I’m tired. I had a really stressful day at the hospital.” “If you think I’m going to do anything to you. I promise I won't.” My face went red like velvet. “N—no. I wasn't thinking about that.” “Then trust me, wifey. We are gonna leave there early tomorrow. Let's just rest for today. “Ace hotel should be somewhere around here, sir. It's not popular either.” The stranger driving us responded. “Alright, take us there. My dear wife and I need to get some lovely rest tonight.”

I begged as I stood in front of my sexy stranger, using myself as a human shield. “Get out of the way little girl, this is no place for kids,” he said and shoved me hard. “Ah!” I screamed as I fell backwards. “I warned you.” Sexy stranger surged on. “My name is Damien Holt and you just messed with my wife.” The room fell silent after that admission, no music, no dancing, just quiet. I sat up as my bum hit the ground, my mouth agape. “You are Damien Holt?!”

I used to be jealous of women whose husbands cheated, at least they were being touched. Mine barely looked at me anymore. Then one night he walked into our penthouse with his mistress beside him and calmly informed me she was pregnant. I wish I could say I handled it with dignity….I didn’t. Instead, I got drunk, disappeared upstairs at a masquerade gala and let a complete stranger drag sounds out of me that even I didn’t know I could make. I never saw his face, but now….he’s everywhere around me, looking at me like that night belongs to him too. And the more my husband tries to pull me back, the more dangerous the stranger becomes.

“Your wife is alive. For now. Get ready to follow my instructions. And I won't repeat myself again. Stop trying to find us. You’re out of moves.” The feed cut to black. Grayson stood frozen, the image of Luna’s face seared into him. She was worth everything. The woman who crashed his wedding in a thrift-store dress. Who stood up to her abusive ex. Who trusted him when she had every reason not to. “Sarah,” he said, voice deadly calm. “What do we have?” She zoomed in on the frame. “Faint background noise—lapping water. Likely a marina. Shadows suggest a basement or lower level. And...” She pointed to the corner. “A logo. Crescent moon over a wave. Langley Maritime. Marina District.”

Hilton said deeply as the person on the other end picked. “Yes, she's at a club with one of her colleagues called Priscy. Your wife is dancing with a stranger whom I feel is one of your enemies.” A manly voice responded. “Come and pick me from my old house.” Hilton spoke and hung up. After some minutes, a black vehicle without a number plate came to a halt before Hilton. Hilton hopped in and ordered. “To the club!” The driver obeyed. When they arrived, Hilton hurriedly got out of the car and whispered.

Then she said, her voice flat, "Take the blame." I stared at her. The woman in front of me felt like a stranger. At that moment, my phone buzzed with a notice from the hospital. A large payment was due immediately. Olivia glanced at it, her voice distant. "If you want your mom to make it, decide now."

“My wife has shared those exact sentiments; particularly as he dragged her through the swamps and fed her giant snails. Will you come and meet her? She is human, like you.” Keilor’s calculation worked. With a nervous glance at the Haunt and an even more skittish look at Mathin, she fell into step with the stranger. What choice did she have? Mathin followed, watching her carefully. He probably thought she’d attack at the first opportunity. Jerk.