Wrong Room One Night 소설 & 이야기

“Azrael—” “And why did you give me the key to room 305 instead of 310? That’s the room we agreed on.” My voice grew louder with each word. “Everything about that night was wrong. The man who served my drink disappeared. The room was changed. Don’t you see? This was planned.” Raven looked shaken. “I didn’t change the room. The receptionist said there was a mix-up. I thought it was a simple mistake.” “There are no simple mistakes when it comes to me,” I said coldly.

Minutes later, he returned with the staff. “They only have one room.” “Does he know there are two of us?” I snapped. “At this hour, we’re lucky.” He said, calm as always. “I’m sorry, ma’am. This is the last room available,” the staff voice came through. Of course it was. “Don’t worry, we’ll give you the best treatment.” My life just kept getting more interesting. I was actually going to spend a night with Darius. How great. I could not imagine how happy he’d be as everything turned out his way.

My fingers fumble until I find my key card. Spent the night in the wrong room. The realization hits hard, stealing my breath. But how? I silence the alarm and tiptoe toward the door, easing it open and slipping out into the hallway. That’s when I see it. The door opposite me reads 214. I turn slowly to the one I just walked out of. 215. My chest tightens as everything clicks into place. Last night. I thought I was seeing 214. I thought he was walking into my room. I thought he was trying to rob me.

"J. Cole says Room Three leak fixed but mold still there. Move to Room Two tonight? Room Two has two beds only. Me and you." Room Two. Two beds. No Luis. Only Ethan. Worse. "No," I say too fast. "Stay here. Three is fine." Ethan tilts head. "You want to stay in Bed C? No one wants Bed C." "I like Bed C," I say. He laughs once, short. "Okay, Texas." At 11:03 phone buzzes again. Every night 11:03 now. Liam: Back hurt? Me: A little. Bed C dips.

“Give me a minute, stay here.” Adrian went in first and then back a few minutes later. "One room. It's all they have." "One room?" I said sharply. "Yes. And one bed." Silence. "I'll sleep in the car." I definitely wasn’t going to sleep in the same room with him, with ONE BED. "Don't be dramatic. It's one night." The way he said the ‘one night’ made me feel queasy, Rory was right, I definitely was a prude. He got out. I had no choice but to follow him inside.

My best friend, Ronald Carr, was a terrible driver. He was always scraping his car against something, so he bought the parking space between mine and my fiancée's. They both got off work before I did. By the time I got home, Ronald's car was usually parked at an angle, leaving me no room to pull into my space. I ended up parking in an outdoor lot a little over half a mile away and walking home. Ronald always acted embarrassed about it. He often came over to clean or fix things around our place to make up for the hassle. Then one day, the city issued an urgent warning about torrential rain. When I got home, Ronald's car was blocking my space again. I had to leave my car in the other lot a

"Are you out of your mind? I didn't even go to your family's boring party last night. You know my parents grounded me. Why would I sneak into your house?" "Don't lie to me, Anya," I say, my voice rising in frustration. "Were you there or not? Someone was in my room. Someone wearing a mask." "I swear to God, Callan, I was home all night sleeping!" Anya yells back angrily. "If some other girl was in your room, deal with it yourself and stop waking me up!" Beep. Beep. Beep. She hangs up the phone right in my ear. I lower the phone slowly, staring at the black screen as my mind begins to spin all over again. If it wasn't Anya... then who the hell was in my bed last night?

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,

“Devon, that’s not going to happen. A one-night stand is strictly a one-night stand. We are not doing a repeat performance. Got it?” He leaned in closer. “Then who told you this was only a one-night stand?” I went completely still. What the hell is he talking about? “Because I sure as hell didn’t,” he stated, leaving zero room for argument. “Now, tell me your room number so I can start taking care of you properly.” I let out a long, defeated exhale, completely overwhelmed by his sheer persistence. “Floor twenty-seven.” He smirked, reaching out to press the illuminated button.

My future comes first, my education and a man would just deter me from what I really want. Nothing but bad distractions. Finally reaching home, I immediately jump into the shower, washing every part of my body clean, shaving too. After that wonderful shower, I grab a sandwich to eat. Sitting at my kitchen counter, I look around my small and bland apartment. My kitchen, lounge, dining room are all in one space, my apartment only has one bedroom and a ensuit bathroom. Not much but it does the job. Throwing myself on the sofa, I get comfortable and watch some shit on television. I dont know when I fell asleep but I am suddenly being shaken awake by Soph.