Annie Closet Novels & Stories

Back home I was never one to wear dresses, it was always t-shirts and jeans. Jean chimes in “You can access your bath from here.” as she opens the doorway leading into the bathroom. Again the walls and ceiling are a shade of pink and all accessories and towels are pink. Is it just me or is Jean a huge fan of pink. Looking past all the pink I take in the layout of the bathroom. There is a sink with a large vanity and mirror. Next to it is a small alcove that holds a toilet. Across from the sink is a shower almost large enough to lay in. In the corner is a few steps leading up to an oval tub that looks large enough to hold two people comfortably. It’s not as large as the bathroom from his fath

The exquisite hardwood floor is covered by a Persian rug that lies in the middle of the room. I stand up from the bed walk over to one of the doors to the room. Opening it, I find a large walk-in closet, complete with a stool and a full-length mirror. About a dozen outfits are hanging in it along with several pairs of shoes. However, it is still mostly empty. I leave the closet and open the next door. It is a bathroom with a walk-in shower and a stand-alone bath big enough for two people. I turn to the mirror above the sink and my eyes widened like saucers.

There was a small pool and a hot-tub, a swing, picnic table, and lots of plants. There was a small kitchen on the first floor with an attached dining room. The table and chairs were also black. Carlos took me upstairs and led me to a massive room. The walls were made of glass, and I could see all of New York. There was a bathroom, that had double sinks, a huge garden tub, and a walk in shower that could fit about six people. He showed me a walk in closet, and all of my clothing had been put away. Clothes were organized, shoes were on the shelves, purses were on display. It was every girls dream closet.

Cassian stepped firmly into the massive walk-in closet, a space that resembled a high-end boutique rather than a personal wardrobe, filled with rows of pristine suits, polished leather shoes, and the scent of expensive cedarwood. I followed closely behind, stepping perfectly into his rhythm, my bare feet making no sound on the plush carpeting. Without giving me a second glance, Cassian grabbed a fresh towel and moved straight into the attached master bathroom to take his morning shower, leaving the door slightly ajar. I didn't dare explore or sit down; I simply stood right there in the center of the closet, patiently anchoring myself to the spot, counting the seconds until he returned.

Asking myself, facing the mirror. The walk in closet is magnificent. It had a large joint bathroom which consisted of a shower and a bathtub. There were different types of showered gel displayed on the counter, I was confused on which to use and they all looked expensive. Different sizes and brands of towels were hung close to the window. I finally made my choice and picked a white shower gel, smelling heavenly like roses mixed with vanilla. I closed my eyes, taking in the sweet scent.

On either side, nightstands held minimalist lamps shaped like delicate sculptures. She walked to the closet. Automatic lights flickered on the moment she stepped in. “Impressive,” she whispered. The closet was walk-in… no, not even, it was walk-through! Spacious enough to host a small meeting if she wished. Shelves lined with velvet hangers. A section for shoes. Drawers with built-in organizers. A full-length mirror framed in soft lighting. Ryan had thought of everything. Then she moved to the restroom. The door swung open to reveal something that almost made her laugh in disbelief.

"I need to freshen up." His smirk deepened, but he didn’t stop me. "Bathroom’s to your right. There’s a closet filled with clothes in case you need something else to wear." I hesitated before nodding. With as much dignity as I could muster, I got up and padded toward the en-suite bathroom. Inside, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The space was ridiculously luxurious—black marble countertops, gold fixtures, a massive glass shower, and an oversized bathtub that looked like it belonged in a five-star resort.

I looked at the night gown on the bed. I walked towards it and picked it up, feeling the soft texture. I looked at the CCTV. It is right at the end of the ceiling opposite the bed. I lowered my gaze on the gown, staring at it. I picked up courage and headed towards the bathroom with the gown in my hand. Getting into the bathroom, the luxury almost made my jaw drop. No CCTV, just shiny and white spotless things. A bathtub, a shower stand, a toilet, and white towels hung on a steel hanger.

Definitely Xander’s closet. The door next to it led to the biggest bathroom they have ever seen. It had a huge jet tub, two stand up showers, and a sauna. “Wow”, was all the sister’s managed to say. The door next to it led them to another walk-in closet, they could smell the hint of coffee, Xavier’s closet for sure.

“Play the paused music.” And an American electronic beat sounds from the speakers. I walk to the door, closing it and skipping, as I approach the closet that’s attached to the bedroom, with a well-organized space. At the entrance, there’s a full-length mirror. Opposite it, a counter with drawers that serve as support for storing smaller items, such as watches, wallets and sunglasses. The clothes are hung on hangers organized by type and color. Shirts, jackets and pants are impeccably arranged. A section dedicated to shoes in a variety of models, from casual sneakers to leather dress shoes, all lined up on shelves. In the center of the room, a comfortable gray armchair and a small coffee tabl