Wrong Room One Night Romane & Geschichten

"Get dressed and get out!" As Damon moved, Nyla caught a glimpse of him where she shouldn't, and her face turned red with embarrassment. Upon seeing her flushed face, Damon's expression soured even more. "Still not leaving?" Nyla could not care less about her embarrassment as she hastily dressed and left without looking back. Once outside, she checked the room number and realized her mistake—it wasn’t Room 8919, but Room 8916! She had entered the wrong room and almost slept with her husband’s uncle. The thought made her headache worse. She should have let Valarie take her up. Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets now.

He would surely look for me and I need to be ready for that confrontation. Was I wrong to trick him last night? “Oh my goodness, I almost forgot. You have a guest. A Werewolf” Gina’s words made me opened my eyes like my eyeballs were going to drop off from my eye sockets. “W-who?” I asked in a whisper, hoping so much it was not going to be Nikolai!

“Good evening. How may I help you?” Devon didn’t hesitate. “One room.” My head snapped toward him. “One? No. Two. We need two.” He didn’t look at me. “One is fine. She's a bit cuckoo..” “Cuckoo? No...no..It’s not fine,” I said sharply. “I’m not sleeping in the same room as you.” The receptionist glanced between us awkwardly. Devon placed his card on the counter and just stood there. One room? What's he on about? And my mind couldn't help but think if he had orchestrated this in the first place..

“You have no right to tell me what I need.” Leonel didn’t respond right away. He just looked at her—longer this time, in silence. Then he let out a soft sigh. “You can sleep in the guest room. Second floor, to the right. It’s ready,” he said finally, before getting up and walking away without another word.

“I want to be with a real man tonight. Someone who knows what he’s doing. Someone who makes me forget Simon ever existed.” Sia and Naomi exchanged surprised looks, but they didn’t try to stop her. “If that’s what you want,” Sia said, squeezing her hand, “then we’ve got you.” Naomi already had her phone out. “We’ll book a nice hotel suite and get you the hottest escort in this city. No strings. Just one night to feel good and move on.” Marilyn agreed, a dangerous smile forming on her lips. “Yes. Tonight, I’m letting go.”

Avery stood still, stunned. "Is there any available room?” "Hum… We're so sorry to inform you that the rooms have been fully occupied. We would refund your money and compensate you for the inconvenience we caused you." Avery sighed, a frustrated hiss curling out of her mouth. This week had been the most miserable week of her life. Getting cheated on, being walked in on while pleasuring herself, and now, getting sent out of the room she had fully booked. All in one week? “Of course.” She whispered. “This had to be included in the list of terrible things that has happened this week.”

“Twenty nights,” Kai Lennox murmured against Damien’s lips as they stumbled out of the elevator and into the penthouse at 11:49 p.m. The words felt heavy, almost sacred. Twenty nights of the same addictive rhythm, and yet tonight it felt different deeper, more settled, like the pattern had finally locked into place and refused to be broken.

ONE ROOM ~THIRD POV~ The hotel receptionist looked genuinely apologetic. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Craven. It's the charity gala weekend. We have one room remaining." Luna opened her mouth. "We will take it," Draven said. "There has to be another....." "At 3 AM?" He looked at her sideways. "Every hotel in the city is at capacity tonight." "I will sleep in the lobby." "You will not." "Then I will...."

"Name is Jayden." The guy taps a few keys, squinting at the monitor. "Ah, right. Jayden. Look, man... we’ve got a slight issue. We only have one room available right now." I blink. "One room?" Aurora steps up beside me, her eyebrow raising. "Wait, we were planning to stay together anyway, so that’s fine..." "No, I mean..." The guy winces, leaning forward. "It’s not our best room at the moment. It’s a bit stripped down while we do renovations on this floor."

And I felt like an idiot because of it. I had given him my number before we parted, but maybe he didn’t feel the level of connection I did. Which only made my situation worse, because I wanted more than one night and I’d been certain he did too. “New Year’s Eve.” It was cryptic, but she was also the only one who would understand, the only one in the building who had been there. Her eyes popped wide. “Richard? Seriously?”