Gantungan Tas Di Kamar Novels & Stories

I twisted some few words around hoping it would not come back to haunt me. “Okay,” he said I remained standing above him for some more time. “Can I help you with something?” he asked “I just wanted to know where else the cameras are,” I said worriedly “They are only in the kitchen, living room, dining room and like the corridors. I am thinking of installing at least one or two in here,” he replied “So, there is none in the room I sleep in?” I asked, “Just to be sure.” “No, of course I would not put them in your room or the bathroom. There is none in my room and bathroom too. We all need our privacy.” he replied

Very soon. Later, in our bedroom, I tossed my head tie and jacket onto the bed, exhaustion weighing heavily on me. That’s when I saw it. On the nightstand. My husband’s phone—plugged in, and charging.

While the room was similar to what I’d seen, and I wished I could have forgotten about André’s kink room, it was a whole other level. Of course, a large bed was the prominent fixture in the room. At first glance, you’d think it was just a metal framed canopy bed with inviting sheer green curtains with similar green bedding. However, looking closer showed it was anything but ordinary. Built into the canopy were spots to chain someone, incorporated into the posts that made the headboard and footboard were silk ropes ready to restrain someone.

Only betas, gammas, and other high ranking people had rooms on the first floor. “This is my spare room where I usually keep my extra stuff.” Adrian pushed me back inside the room, and closed the door behind himself, with his back against the door, “be glad that I am not moving you to my bedroom.” I stiffened. His bedroom? My dream place to be… really. I clenched my hands tightly. Get control of yourself! I looked around. There was a shelf against the wall which had weird stuff. I got closer to take a look, and realized that the entire wall was filled with different gadgets. Mobiles, tablets, laptops, cameras, drones, and basically everything digital.

The unmade bed was piled high with notebooks, gloves, and some other things she couldn’t recognize. Her eyes met with a framed picture of herself hanging on a wall. Why was her picture in the room? She had a lot of questions. A half-eaten pizza and cheese sandwich lay on the chipped blue plate atop the desk, accompanied by two empty pepsi cans. Raven picked her way across the room on tiptoe, trying not to stand on any of her trash. The room was in complete disarray, it was the same size as her room, but Tessa due to the excess load, it made it appear smaller.

He has headphones around his neck and a Walkman in his hand. Thankfully, it doesn’t hurt to turn my head. I look around my side of the room and spot my stained army jacket hanging on a hook. My clothes are folded in a neat pile on a molded plastic chair at the foot of the bed beside it. I sit up and the room tilts. I lay back, take a breath, and feel around for the control to elevate the bed into the upright position.

I tucked the blanket around her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Gavin?” Her voice was muffled by the pillow. “Yes?” “Stay?” “I’ll be right back. Just need to lock up.” “Kay.” I made my way through the penthouse, making sure everything was secure. When I returned to her room, she was completely asleep. Curled on her side, one hand tucked under her cheek. I started to turn off the light when I noticed something on the floor. Near the bathroom door. It looked like a pendant.

I brought Tristan back to the room he was renting. It was just a small room, so everything inside was tightly close. I couldn’t even move around that much. If I tried doing it, my feet would hit the things he had in there. Despite of being small, my friend was neat. His belongings were in place. He hanged his clothes in one corner to my left. Next to them were the small boxes where he kept his shoes. The low table where he eats and study was on the foot of the bed.

My curiosity deepened as I stepped further inside. As I moved, my eyes darted around, taking in every detail. Fire extinguishers lined one wall. I guessed they were there for safety reasons, though I couldn’t imagine why they’d be necessary in a bedroom. Ropes of varying thickness and lengths were neatly coiled and hung on hooks, alongside cuffs, armbinders, body belts, red blindfolds, and other items I didn’t recognize. A Berkeley horse sat against the far wall, its dark leather gleaming in the dim light. Bondage hoods, pants, and an array of other unfamiliar equipment filled the room. It was overwhelming, yet oddly fascinating.

I ask before I can stop myself. He stops right at the threshold. “All good.” Dante walks out, closing the door behind him. I sigh. It’s probably nothing. I take the time to make his bed—our bed since he’s been forcing me to sleep next to him—so that he doesn’t have anything to complain about when he gets back. As I fold the duvet, I notice a pair of sexy handcuffs locked around the headboard. I first saw it a few days back, I just don’t get why it’s here instead of inside Dante’s closet. I’m not sure why he has them in the first place.