Romans & histoires Envy Pillow

I storm from the shelves before I get the urge to throw something at him and grab a throw pillow from the couch instead. It’s made from some sort of fur, like real fur; flat, smooth rawhide kind of fur and I grimace as I touch it. It’s awful and I am so anti real fur!

Eliza returns with a pile of sheets and pillowcases, and she and Ash quickly get to work, stripping the bed and remaking it. The sheets had been dark-grey with a white geometric design on them. Rather masculine in a way, but it suited her aesthetic. The new ones are a dark orange red, almost rust-coloured. But the duvet cover is fuzzy, like a fleece, but with squares shaved into it at regular intervals. The sheets matched the colour, but the pillowcases were all like the duvet.

He made trip after trip, bringing in what looked like huge and oddly shaped pillows and scattering them around the den. "What in the world is all this?" I asked, weaving my way through them all. He picked one up, staring at it like it was an alien and scratching his head. "They're pregnancy pillows for you. I didn't know which one to get, so I just got them all and figured you could try them out and see which ones you like best.”

"My tip?" "I don't have any tip." I slammed the door on his face.I placed the pizza box on the table and continued looking around. Theld held one of the elegant and richly textured grey throw pillow and it was so soft.why does he need a luxurious duvet for? And the matching grey soft rug.damn it feels so smooth and ticklish under my feet.

Fuck, the first thing her eyes landed on was a pair of her underwear she had carelessly discarded earlier in the floor. She tried to discretely shove them under her egg shaped chair with her foot as Leo took in the room. It was girly, but hers. Black and white rose wallpaper. White vanity chocked full of perfumes and make up and shit. White, fuzzy comforter and an assortment of decorative throw pillows. Roomy white plush sleigh bed. A white couch with a wine stain she strategically hid under a pillow shaped like a dick. The pillow had been a Christmas present from Ebony last year. It had also been hand delivered by a naked Page, a bonus gift complements of her thoughtful friend.

He told himself it wasn’t because he suddenly got nervous but deep down, he knew it wasn’t true. She was so deeply in sleep that all she felt was something hard against her head. She moved her hands around until she found a pillow and then hugged it. To her disappointment, the pillow was rather hard but it would make do. Enkeli always found it easier to fall asleep while hugging a pillow than without, it brought her a strange sense of comfort as if she had support and someone was with her. She preferred to buy huge soft stuffed toys for this exact purpose.

I couldn’t remember, but it wasn’t like I’d ever looked around my den and thought, “this place could use six more pillows.” But hey, if Hazel wanted them, she was sure as fuck welcome to them. I’d hand over every damn penny in my bank account if it would keep her living in my house, sleeping in my bed, spending her time with me. Next, we walked to the throw pillows. Apparently, that was a thing. I couldn’t remember my mom ever buying a pillow to use just for decoration, but my mom had never been rich. Maybe decorative pillows were a thing in the world of wealthy people.

That night, he kept steering in the bed like a kid, the distance between them was more than he liked. Instead of snuggling with him, she held on tight to the damn pillow like her life depended on it, and he desperately wanted to replace the pillow . He glared at the damn thing and wished it would just vanish then his little angel would have no choice but to run into his waiting arms. Adrian hated the fact that he had to fight for attention with a mare pillow and he wasn't going to let it win, he tugged the pillow away from her, and half expected her to wake up and ask for the annoying pillow but she didn't wake.

one of them said with a bright smile. I nearly choked. “Three-thousand?! For what? Does it come with a personal butler to tuck me in at night?” The clerk hesitated, but before she could answer, another one swooped in. “This one is softer! And only $5,000! You deserve luxury, ma’am!” I wanted to scream. At this rate, I was going to walk out of here with a migraine instead of new bedding. I turned on my heel, ready to escape before they started offering me a $10,000 limited edition pillowcase, but just as I reached the entrance—

I eyed the pillow, wishing it was me instead. I groan at the thought that I was jealous of a fucking pillow and was about to turn so I could go to the bathroom when my eyes fell on Annabelle’s naked body that was decorated with my mark… no, marks and a wave of possessiveness slammed into me, knocking the breath out of me.