Novel & Cerita Billionaire Bedroom

He’ll just wait for there. I went to our room and surprisingly, it is spotless clean. You can literally see the shimmer in every corner of the room. There were two doors on the right side of the room. I bet it’s his closet and bathroom. I opened the second door and mentally complimented myself for guessing the room right. Psychic powers bitch! I looked around his bathroom. Gosh! Even his bathroom screams extravagance! The golden bath tub is just so extra. I went to the shower room and as usual there were things that only a billionaire has. There were shower heads everywhere! Is this a car wash store?

He returned his attention to his body, the scratch on his chest that would never fade. "Babe! I'm leaving now; I'll see you later," he heard the woman say in his room. He didn't say anything; instead, he rolled his eyes and proceeded to shower. ------ Jodie awoke in her bed at seven o'clock in the morning. She peered out the window, her gaze drawn to the sunlight beyond the apartment. She was surprised at how lovely the environment was, but she saw that the beauty of the world seemed to be the polar opposite of her existence. She abruptly closed the curtain and prepared to leave her room.

Blake stood on the small porch of the cabin that would be home for the next month, the air was thick and humid, the wind that blew through the palm trees didn't offer any relief. She found herself smiling as she looked out over the stretch of beach that would be hers, well hers and Addie's, for the next month. She had no idea why the woman hadn't flown in with them. When Donna and Lex, Donna's newest baby butch, had picked her up, they'd been alone, Donna told her that Addie would arrive later that day. So for now she enjoyed the time she had alone. They would have to discuss their sleeping arrangements since there was only one bed, queen-sized, and she wanted to be the one that got to sleep

His instincts were right, the bullying did stop and Kefentse grew a spine over the years due to dealing with the then grumpy Dion. Dion then pulled Kefentse in and led him upstairs where he’d prepared the room. Kefentse couldn’t believe his own eyes. The room was beautiful and, in his mind, it looked super romantic. Balloons, purple lights and soft ambient music. The waterbed was layered with cuddly blankets and cuddle stuffed toys. There were a few trays of snacks that Kefentse typically loved when stressed. “Dion?” Kefentse spoke in a soft, yet audible, whisper, “You did all this?”

She couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the opulence of the space. As she walked around the room, she couldn't help but marvel at its sheer size and beauty. The bed was massive, with plush pillows and a fluffy comforter that made her want to crawl in and never leave. The walls were adorned with beautiful paintings and photographs, while the floor was covered with a soft, plush carpet that felt like heaven under her feet. Celine wandered around the room, admiring the beautiful furniture and the stunning views, feeling both excited and overwhelmed. It was hard to believe that she would be living here soon, sharing the same space with Alexander and their child.

But something stopped her. If this person knew about Theo… knew about the penthouse… knew enough to take photos inside her own apartment… How long had they been watching? She opened the photos again. Zoomed in on the first one. Theo’s bed. The dinosaur nightlight she bought last Christmas. The crack in the wall she always meant to patch. Everything familiar. Everything wrong. She typed. What do you want? Reply came faster this time. Money. A lot of it. Or I send these to every tabloid in the city. “Billionaire’s Secret Love Child” sells papers.

I told her as I scanned the items. “I’m Hannah, thank you, I’m sure it is going to be a real experience, I just started working as a PA at Rosewood Productions.” My ears perked up at her response, Rosewood Productions was owned by Lance Rosewood, one of the most powerful men here in Seattle. Though, he was known to be a hardheaded, and truly gruesome human.

Large, expensive, perfectly arranged but completely lifeless. Dark furniture filled the room and everything was perfectly positioned, from the neatly made bed to the books arranged on the shelves. But there was almost nothing in the room that suggested an actual person lived there. “This is beyond depressing.” I slowly looked around. “It's a bedroom.” Sylar closed the door behind us. “You're a billionaire. Surely you can afford personality.” “I have plenty of personality.” His eyes narrowed. “That might be the funniest thing you've ever said.” I laughed.

The room is exactly what people expect when they hear the word billionaire—only cleaner, and sharper. There is a king bed dressed in black silk sheets, dark walls lit with warm amber sconces. The far wall is glass, giving me Central Park in full view. To the right, the open-plan bathroom gleams—white marble floors, a massive freestanding tub in the corner angled toward the skyline, and a rainfall shower big enough for four. My walk-in closet is a cathedral of order: rows of custom suits, shelves lined with Italian shoes, belts, and watches in perfect alignment. I strip down, toss my shirt onto the bed, step out of my pants, and the shower hisses to life, steam curling up the glass walls.

She stood by the door, peeking in but she didn't get a good view of what the room looked like. "Come in," he knew she had an interest in checking out the room. She smiled satisfactorily as she took slow steps into the bedroom. The coziness of the bedroom enwrapped her, creating a warm feeling in her chest. The lights were not too bright but they were clear enough for her to notice everything important about the room. The King sized bed, another set of paintings. The vanity mirror and table, the tall mirror stand and… everything was luxurious, typical of how a billionaire's bedroom should be. She suddenly wished she could share the room with him, but she knew it was impossible.