Novel & Cerita Wife Hotel Stranger

I say and Wesley laughs. “Ghost assassin, good one.” He continued laughing and I join him. The sudden opening of the door grabs both of us attention. Maybe it’s mom. Before the person enters, I smell a familiar perfume. I could smell from a mile away. It belongs to Sterling. He enters tentatively and closes the door. “Hi.” He says while standing awkwardly near the door. Is he for real right now? It’s because of him Wesley and I almost died! I turn my head away from him.

Neither the stranger or my wife lasted very long before orgasms shot through them. The stranger thanked my wife for letting him watch and finger fuck her as he zippered up his jeans. Before he turned to walk away, he closed the door and reached through the open window to pinch her right nipple. "I'm sure glad I came for coffee tonight he said as he walked away. I hope you two cum for coffee again."

He glances at it, and his face changes in an instant. “What is it?” I ask, still breathless, heart racing. “Aren’t we going to your room?” I mean, I literally followed him because we were supposed to head to his room. He looks up, eyes unreadable. “My wife just got here. She’s on her way to my hotel room.” I blink, the alcohol evaporating instantly. …Shit. Scrap the recommendation. Never kiss a fucking stranger.

I walked faster as I saw that Hestia is getting uncomfortable talking to the stranger. As I'm walking towards the stranger I can hear the gross fucking man insisting himself on Hestia. "How about I'll give you my room number and you'll meet me there??" The gross fucker said, smirking. "No... No... I already have a girlfriend." Hestia said, being polite and not to be rude. "Girlfriend huh. Im sure I can satisfy you better than your girlfriend..." The gross mf said to Hestia smirking and attempting to hold her waist.

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“She literally carries your scent. That’s how I know you’ve been sleeping with her while you claim to be hiding her. Pathetic. She doesn’t even know she smells different.” I growled, offended by his accusation. Apparently, Max and Lois could hear the ongoing conversation because they both arched their brows at the same time when they heard the stranger’s weird response. I inhaled and exhaled for a minute before I replied. “I think you’ve got the wrong number. I don’t fornicate with other men’s wives.” “It’s not the wrong number, you jerk. You’ve been fucking this particular one because she’s nothing but a whore.” he whispered, “You should be looking for Scarlett, isn’t it?”

I said, clearly sarcastic. The worker lowered his head. “I’m really sorry, ma’am. We shouldn't have let anyone into your room without your permission.” “Sorry? You let a stranger into my room in the middle of the night!” I snapped, frustrated. The worker looked confused. “But... isn’t he someone you know?” “I don’t know him.” “He’s... not your husband?” His expression turned into panic. Hearing that word—husband—I froze. Is that what Freddie told the hotel staff to get in?

She was puzzled, who would possibly know that she was there, unless she had been followed? “What did they look like?” She asked feeling nervous to know the answer. The old man huffed and said there were two men and a lady. They seemed strange to him. Not from the area. Judging from Gerry’s description, Mia guessed it was Cherry and Kane but not Jacob. Maybe they had smelt her out. “It’s against my policy to allow strangers to know who is a paying customer so I sent them on their way.” He said looking at her through his big glasses. Mia nodded and left the b n b. She walked down the high street looking for somewhere she could buy herself a new outfit.

Isabel answered at once. "The Sterling Grand Hotel. I know Carter booked it." That was all Owen needed. He grabbed his jacket, turned and headed out to his car, without another word. "Where to, Sir?" The driver asked. "The Sterling Grand Hotel."

“Are you ready for dinner, kitten?” I nod. The photographer tells us goodbye, and we walk along the beach towards our villa. There is a small table on the beach near our villa. It has a small oil lamp and tons of food. Max pulls out my chair. We sit. Max puts a strawberry to my lips. “You will need your energy tonight, kitten. I plan to give you the wedding night you deserved.” I take a bite of the strawberry before asking, “Does it really hurt?”