Annie Closet Novels & Stories

You could fix my crappy apartment that I share with Avril in this bathroom and there would still be space left. The bathroom walls were black marble and the countertops matched it. All the cabinets and cupboards are painted black. The shower was massive with a fountain shower head and nozzles in the wall that shoot out water too. Also, there was a huge Jacuzzi tub with a huge bay window. I shook my head, amazed at everything. The other door is connected to the most biggest closet I’ve ever seen, I’m so sure that if I go to a mall right now and buy all the trending clothes, it still wouldn’t take up half of the closet space.

“I know you don’t use half of it, but she insisted.” “It was very nice of her.” We leave the closet. At the end of the day, it’s just a closet. As it was in the apartment upstairs, there’s a dressing table against the wall to the left of the bed, with a mirror and all of Kane’s grooming equipment arranged on top of it. He’s a lot fussier about his appearance than I am. “Bathroom’s through there,” he says, showing me a door on the other side of the bed. I poke my head in. It’s basically the same bathroom we had upstairs. Large claw foot tub against one wall, massive shower cubicle against the other, toilet, washbasin, cabinets.

I stepped inside and froze. It wasn’t just a bathroom—it was practically a sanctuary. French windows framed one side of the space, leading to a small balcony. The marble floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and a massive walk-in shower took up the far end of the room. Another door led to what I assumed was yet another closet. Of course, he had a whole separate wardrobe just for the bathroom.

He laughed again before tossing a pillow at me. Getting up he walked over to one of the doors and pushed it open. The door lead to a bathroom, four shower heads in the walls and ceiling of a large glass walled shower and a big free standing tub with what looked like a waterfall for a faucet. Two sinks were side by side with a mirror running the length of the wall. “Wash your ass, we need to get you some clothes. Can’t belong to the Alpha and look like that.” He crinkled his nose playfully.

After waiting five minutes, I decided to find them myself. I stepped into the walk-in closet and nearly had my jaw drop at the sight. His walk-in closet resembled a private boutique, with floor-to-ceiling walnut cabinets displaying perfectly tailored suits, military-inspired uniforms, expensive watches, polished leather shoes, and neatly arranged accessories. I searched the drawers for a long time before I finally found a pair of T-shirts and sweats.

It's a beautiful view. With Claire still in my hands, I walk to the door in the corner near the bed. Probably the bathroom. My jaw couldn't drop any lower. Given the bedroom, I expected a decent bathroom, but this. This takes the cake. A long vanity covers one side of the room, with two large sinks in one half and the other half filled with various bath products. Everything from her products to bottles of bath oil and baskets of bath bombs. The other side of the room is partly taken up by a spacious walk-in shower. A large rain shower head is mounted in the ceiling, and a control panel, whose purpose I don't know, is embedded in the wall. As if that weren't enough, there's also a large batht

There were hardly any personal items visible. My eyes saw the black wooden door again. Was this his closet? I saw another one next to it and decided to open the first. It led to the bathroom. I briefly looked around, admiring the design. Even the bathtub was gray. It was a proper billionaire bathroom, alright. “Is that a wine cabinet?” My eyes widened at the bottles of various wines and cups. “Isn’t that a little dramatic?” I shook my head as I closed the door and opened the one next to it and gasped at the sight.

At the end, two doors. “This is yours,” he says, opening the first. Mine is a bedroom the size of our old apartment, with a view so clean the sky seems ironed. The bed is low and wide. A vase of white peonies waits like a promise I don’t trust. “And this,” he says, the next door, “is the closet. It isn’t a closet. It’s an ecosystem. Racks organized by color and season. Hangers that all agree with each other. Shoes in quiet rows. A vanity with lighting that forgives. On a dress form, a black gown sleeps under tissue paper.

he said and as if I was on autopilot, I did. I followed him inside and I was gobsmacked. This room, called a closet, was bigger than a normal master bedroom in a normal house. It had clothes cabinets all round and shoe racks on one side. There were also glass drawers I guessed for smaller clothes such as panties and bikinis. There was also another corner with jewellery in it and I wondered why he had bought so much but I didn't ask. After that, he showed me the bathroom which was another wonder. How could a house bathroom have a spa and a steam room in it? Was it a salon?

I like to think of myself as an optimist- at least this guy has a nice house. I continued into the room noticing three doors at the end. Two closets bigger than my entire room at home, one filled with men's clothes drenched in his scent and one empty. The last door was a beautiful bathroom with a free-standing bath and a shower with a wide selection of soaps and shampoos.