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“Rough night?” “You could say that,” Adrian replied smoothly, placing his wallet on the counter. “We need a room.” The woman tapped on the computer, then gave an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, sir. Only one room left.” Leona’s eyes widened. “One?” The receptionist nodded. Adrian turned to look at her, his eyes calm but unreadable. “It’s late. It’s this or the car.” Leona bit her lip. She didn’t want to sleep in the car during a storm. She also didn’t want to share a room with him… but she knew which option made more sense.

-POV Derby The first thing that brought me back to reality wasn’t the blinding sunlight cutting through the heavy velvet drapes. It was the sheer, suffocating quiet of the room. I blinked my eyes open, my brain taking a messy five seconds to remember exactly where I was. Penthouse suite. The Four Seasons. A massive, ridiculously soft bed that smelled like expensive sheets and bad decisions. Then, my gaze drifted to the right, and my breath instantly caught in my throat.

Nothing like the room they had for the party, it amazed him really that they refused to improve anything with the budget they had. Once he reached the third floor, he ambled over to where Randy's office had been before. He was surprised to see two strangers instead of the familiar brunette. Unless of course, Randy had turned into an old gray lady behind his back. Backing away from the window, Jackson cussed, "shit, he moved." "Looking for someone?" Jackson turned and spotted a familiar face coming toward him. For a second he couldn't place where he knew him, but then it clicked. "Oh hey man, you're Joshua, right? Weird meeting you here."

As I reached home, I go directly to my room and changed my clothes. Washed my face and put on my night beauty regimen. Got to bed and immediately fall asleep. So deep that I entered my dream in a so vivid way. 'I was in the lobby scanning my notes from my sociology class, just reading important notes that I highlighted. Absentmindedly, I was looking at the group of friends from the opposite side of the building. They were talking so loud that made me so irritated. Then, I saw him---the man of my dreams. He was so handsome, the typical one that you'll easily fall in love with. Nick Richards. He's talking as if it is the end of the world. Then it becomes so blurry, like the fog is devouring hi

The room screamed expensively. Evan turned to leave but stopped himself. "One more thing, Miss Burlesque, Mr. Right has one rule. No one is allowed on the top floor without his consent first." He shut the door and left. Nadia laid in bed surfing the channels on TV. She heard a phone ringing, almost dismissing it completely since Mr. Right insisted on taking hers on the plane. The phone rang continuously until it annoyed her so much she decided to look for it. Luckily it was right beside her bed. She looked at the caller ID and debated on if she was allowed to answer it.

After some minutes, I got to the front of my room and opened the door gently then entered. I closed the door behind and walked towards my king size bed. I got to my bed and lay gently closing my eyes to sleep. 🔮Kelly’s POV🔥 As I got to my room wanting to sleep, my phone rang and I picked it immediately. It’s an unknown number. “Hello,” I said on the phone. “Hello baby, Kylie really gisted me about you, please can you ride on me also? Please baby!! I can do anything for you, I just wanna taste your d**k,” The caller said seductively.

So last night, I was certain my bed cover set was violet. I tried to remember the events that transpired last night. I remembered drinking the best cocktail in town, the trio of beautiful girls I shared a table with, and the song I kept singing all night—all of which are called “The Beautiful Ones." I have no memory beyond singing that song so I didn’t know how I got home. Whose room was this? I’ve been in Brett’s room plenty of times and this was not his either. Did I sleep with someone last night? Fuck! I don’t like to make a drunk habit of sleeping with strangers.

A part of me wants to blame myself for what is happening right now, but it’s not my fault, is it? …FLASHBACK… I was in my hotel room, watching one of my favorite shows on TV when I noticed that someone was tampering with my door lock from outside. I turned off the light immediately and lay still on the bed, pretending to be asleep so I can catch whoever is trying to break into my room. This is so unacceptable, it could be one of our staffers that’s stealing from our clients. I’ll fucking deal with whoever it is, I’ll not let this slide. I laid still and watched the door close, but no burglar walked in through that door, instead, I was greeted with the warm presence of a woman.

Nate said, grabbing the glass with the juice. "I never complain, but I do if it interrupts my sex! I don’t know who they are, but they’ve been screaming and slamming the bed against the wall all night." Nate laughed, "I want to know the names of who was in the room next to ours so I can get a letter to them from my lawyer, which is me!" "What room were you in?" laughed Nate "Eighth floor, room 856," Jess replied furiously.

I looked for Sally right away and found her chatting to the resort manager; I waited for her to finished talking with the manager before approaching her. "How come Mr. Fajardo is my roommate?" I asked, my heartbeat racing with fear. "I'm sorry, Yesha, but there's nothing I can do about it. I was speaking with the manager to see if there was anything we could do, but all of the rooms were already booked," she elaborated. "Sally, please. Is there nothing else we can try? What would people think if I slept in the same room with a man?!" I questioned. "I'm truly sorry, Yesha. I tried to see if anyone was willing to exchange rooms with you, but the only one who agreed was Angie, and I couldn't ag