Face In The Closet Novels & Stories

I stare in front of the mirror,as I assess my flushed face,wincing at the sight of the red big bump on my forehead, I decide to forget the messy encounter which happened few minutes ago, I proceed to take my bath with his mint body wash, and shampoo for my hair, which smells so good, as there are no female products in the bathroom. Oh no, I forgot to bring along my clothes from the closet on my way to the bathroom, all thanks to my loving husband Lucaino!!!!! I mutter under my breath, slightly pissed. I take precautions this time, not to fall into his trap again this time. I peek out of the bathroom, with a towel tied across my chest protectively and securely. Concluding my inspection, and n

, I said coming out of the closet naked to the bathroom. I saw Mason bite his lips and locked the door. "No no no no no no no, Alice is downstairs, stay away from me", I said laughing and rushing into the bathroom and locked the door. He groaned, "Fine, I'll wait till we get on the plane", he said and I had a quick shower, cleaned up and walked back into my closet. Mason followed me and wrapped his arms around me from behind while I dressed up in front of the mirror. "Have you been fucked in front of a mirror before?", he asked.

It is the most conservative among them all. I enter the walk in closet to changed. I closed my eyes as I breathe after I closed the door. I feel suffocated when Farris is just near me. Damn it! I looked myself at the mirror. Even though it is a longsleeve my cleavage is still a bit expose because of its v-neck collar.

There were shelves, cleaning supplies, boxes… and Jace Carter pressed entirely against me. My back hit the wall while his arm braced beside my head to keep himself balanced. I could feel every single breath he took. Every inch of him. Outside, loud voices and laughter filled the cabin. I could hear Reagan's angry voice looking for Jace and Gina's voice confronting her. "More drinks, guys!" someone yelled. Music blasted shortly after. I pressed my lips together tightly and stopped breathing altogether. If anyone opened this closet… I was dead.

He had no right. "It gets hot in here. Besides, it's not like we haven't seen each other naked." I muttered over my shoulder. "You are the intruder here. Maybe if you wouldn't just drop into people's room unannounced you wouldn't see things you don't like!" I called over my shoulder as I dropped the sheet. I was now safely secured in the closet. Keeping it slightly a jar as I tossed on a pair of shorts and a black tank top. I would teach him a lesson on modesty. With my fist against his face. After dawning on fresh clean clothes, I walked out of the closet, scooping up the sheet and tossing it back on the bed. He watched amused.

Like the rest of the house, the air is crisp with a well-regulated cold temperature. "This should do," Aiden says, snapping me back to focus. He holds out a nude-colored gown with an animated character at its front. I take it from him. "Thanks," I say, slipping the gown over my head. Its hem falls over my thigh, and I pull the towel from underneath the clothes. Aiden's gaze is fixed on me, searching. "What happened at work?" I swallow, looking away briefly. I still feel the urge to remain silent about things. Having grown accustomed to handling my problems independently over the years, I often appear hesitant to open up about my thoughts and feelings.

Jack posed a threat to my life. Tick-tock says the time, Mr. Jack paced round the room, I believed he was carefully structuring how to deal with me. He went to his cabinet, I don't know what he was doing anyways but when he was done, he looked at me scornfully and flung his new Jacket on my face. The smell of his perfume penetrated deep into my nose and I was choked by it. The scent was familiar, so I rushed to take the jacket away from my face and dumped it on the bed. Mr. Jack picked his jacket up, wore it, and walked to the door. "Stubborn cat! The room is all yours, suit yourself. I am off to grab a glass of wine with my friends," he said and slammed the door to my face without looking b

I mean her clothes is on my closet, so if she choose to leave me she should bring her things with her. I hurriedly walked towards my closet and harshly open it. " What the fuck!" My hoarse voice filled my room, as I received a punch straight at my fucking face. Yes! Felicity fucking punch my fucking face! What is that for? I looked angrily at her, all my worries were gone. She was also shocked and unable to react properly.

Jonas continued, “It’s not clear yet. The quality’s rough. But there’s a chance… a real chance it caught a face.” My heart lurched again, even more violently I thought it might give me away. No. No, no, no. A face? My face. I played that night in my head for a bit. When I saw her car coming and I stepped onto the room road. I wore a hoodie, so she wouldn't catch my face, but if there was a footage and the angle was clear enough to get my face, than I'm fucked! Fuck. Aldric’s voice cut in, colder now. “Where is it?”

My eyes widen in surprise. He's not smiling, his face is simply empty as his eyes rake over me. "Wonder where you got that". He says dryly. I glance down at myself like a fool. "I…. I….it was in the closet". I say, my voice pitching a bit in defense. "That's because it's my house and my closet. My clothes can be anywhere in my house". I'm filled with embarrassment. And even more so when I realize that the woman is observing all of this. I might be wrong but I think I hear her do a couple of tutting or two..