It was supposed to be our escape - one perfect weekend away, just the two of us. But the moment we checked into the hotel, my husband buried himself in work, laptop glowing while I sat alone in lingerie meant for him. I left the room angry, aching, and more restless than I wanted to admit.

That's when I found him. A stranger with eyes that saw straight through me. Strong hands, a confident smile, and the kind of presence that made resistance impossible. One word turned into a touch, a kiss, and suddenly I was in the dim storage room of the hotel, bent against a desk, surrendering to a heat I hadn't felt in years.

And the door... left slightly open. My husband, silent in the hallway, watching everything as another man claimed me.

One Night At Hotel is a raw, confessional story of temptation, betrayal, and the dangerous thrill of being both desired and watched. Once you cross that line, you can never go back.