Face In The Closet Novels & Stories

I think it is time for me to get a tan. But overall this flimsy fishnet thing was cute, and it highlighted my curvy body. I came out of the dressing room and the girls had different reactions, one had her hand over her mouth in surprise then her face went tomato red. While the other was screaming and saying nonsense but I think she liked what I was wearing. While the ox man was blinking at me in disbelief, his mouth opened a couple of times but nothing came out. “C’mon, I found a room for you. He is one of our regulars, but let us hide your face first. I know I was the one who dared you to do it, but I don’t want anyone to know your identity.”

I whispered under my breath. An asshole kind of smile came over his face, the kind that reached his eyes.too. “This should be interesting.” “You need to hide.” "You really think they’re going to come into your bedroom?” “It’s not impossible, hide in the closet.”

And that it was him of all people… I reached up to brush a wet strand of silver hair from my face, trying to compose myself. I wasn’t going to let him win. I wasn’t going to let him control me. But just as I turned to face the wardrobe to find something—anything—to wear, I froze. The closet door opened, and inside, there was nothing but a selection of ridiculously revealing clothes. Tight, short skirts, barely-there tops, and dresses that looked like they belonged to some kind of… guest.

I tease as I stand up. “Not around you I can’t,” his smile widens as we run into the house. I start to head to our bedroom, but he pulls me into a closet. “Ted, anyone could walk in on us,” I warn him. “I don’t care,” He undoes his pants and starts kissing me. I pant as his hands make quick work of my clit, bringing me to orgasm quickly. He lifts my legs and enters me as I am coming down. We both try to control our moans as we fuck in the closet.

"No one!" Beth and Paul cross their arms over their chest like Siamese twins. Suddenly, another sound comes from the closet. This time, their attention is fully caught. "He's still here, isn't he? That's why you want us out so badly, because you're hiding him!" "You're being ridiculous! You know me, Beth. Why would I hide a man in a closet, let alone bring a man I don't know into my house so I can have sex with him!" "Fine. I'll just peek into the closet and—"

And for the first time since this whole twisted thing began— He looked devastated. I had just redressed when the knock came. Wolfe tensed immediately. His mask snapped back into place like a reflex. One knock. “Who the hell is that?” I wanted to scream; I wanted to slap anyone behind that door that spoiled this moment for me. Then another. Louder. “Get in the closet,” he whispered. I blinked. “Are you seri—” “Now, Aria.” I darted into the narrow supply closet just as the door opened.

He was scared of being caught with Liam. If someone finds them in this state, then Liam would be outed and he would have to go through the same thing he went through. Quickly, he tiptoed to the darker side of the room and locked himself up in the closet. His heart pounding in his chest, he stayed there and waited till Aiden put Liam's clothes on, carried him on his shoulders and then left. “Phew!” He heaved a deep sigh of relief. So, how do you feel? The voice asked. Do you feel fulfilled? Better?

" Tristan's voice was thick with tears by the time he was done speaking. However, I simply looked at him coldly while peeling his fingers away from my hands. "It's too late, Tristan," I said. "I've already left the closet, and I'm never going back inside ever again." Tristan had confessed his true feelings much too late.

I yanked open the door and slipped inside, closing it behind me with a soft click. The closet was dim and filled with the musty smell of old supplies, but it was a sanctuary from the prying eyes and judgmental glares. I slid down the wall, pulling my knees to my chest as the tears I’d tried so hard to hold back finally flowed freely. The humiliation of the encounter with Rex and Jenna, combined with the unsettling situation with Stefan, overwhelmed me.

Right now, he’s standing in front of my closet, with the closet door drawn open, the handle still in his hand. My heart leaps into my throat. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem as if he’s snooped too far into the closet yet. But if he continues to do so, if he looks further, he will find the suitcase from my trip with him and his brothers to the tropical island, where I deceived them by wearing a mask. A mask which is still tucked away in the suitcase. “What are you doing?” I ask. He turns his gaze away from the closet to consider me at the door. There’s no embarrassment in his face, no shame of being caught. His expression is as cool and confident as ever, like he has every right to be here, to g