Gantungan Tas Di Kamar Novels & Stories

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.

I set the trunk in front of the couch, intending on using it as storage and also as a place to put my wine glass at night. I didn’t bother to unpack my suitcase. I had only a few outfits and I would wash as I needed, using the tiny stackable washer and dryer that had been shoved into the pantry space. I put my suitcase on top of the kitchen table, opening it up so I could access both sides. I pulled out an outfit and my soap and headed into the bathroom to shower.

My hair that I tied in a bun became messy now so some of the strands of my hair were stuck on my nape. Next, I will be cleaning the bathroom. I have two bathrooms. One was in the main bedroom which is my room and the other was near the kitchen. I put my skincare products in my bathroom. The bathroom is quite big, there’s a bathtub and shower. There’s also a mirror and a wide sink. I hang my bathrobe on the hook on the wall beside the bathtub. I also put the towel in the cabinet of the wide sink. Next, I went to the other bathroom to also put towels, hand sanitizer, soap, and shampoo there. In case I have visitors,

The type of mess that fucked up with my head, and my heart more than i wanted it to. I padded toward the guest room, flicking on the light. The walls were a soft cream color, the bed neatly made with a thick quilt, and the faint scent of cedar and something clean—Colton’s detergent, maybe—lingered in the air. What would his detergent be doing here... oh right, um i didn’t bring all the essentials so of course it would be here. I set my phone down on the nightstand, taking a moment to just stand there, arms wrapped around myself as I tried to make sense of the night.

She felt something penetrating her nape and it was too late for her to realized Carson injected her something that makes her feel dizzy and sleepy. "For now, sleep." SHE got up from the bed and massaged her temple. Her eyes darted on where she placed her luggage as far as she remembered. But she found nothing. There was no hint of luggage placed above the sofa-bed where she placed it. Krysie bit her lip in annoyance and went to see the wardrobe inside this room. And the moment she opened the door, it was there. Hanged and properly fixed. Who the hell did this? I can't remember fixing this last night?

My hands flew to mouth, but not before a short gasp escaped my lips. The large room, was scarcely lit by the red bulb dangling from the roof. At the first end, a large bed stood, properly dressed with black silky sheets, and at another end, a hammock style sex swing, hung lazily. Opposite the bed, stood a wooden wall, studded with different bondage cuffs, in colors red, black and pink; mouth gag, arm binder, shackles and a rope. Close to the wooden wall, was a table.

Just then, my eyes landed on my bra and panty hanging on a short line pinned against the wall of my bathroom. Aren't these what I wore yesterday? Did Thanatos washed them? Hold on...how did he got in?

Our bedroom. Baekhoon tosses his tie onto the bed and heads into the bathroom without a word. I close the door quietly and glance at the tie lying there. Inwardly, I mutter to myself. There’s a laundry basket right there — he could’ve just thrown it in. Why dump it on the bed instead? Typical man! Will it be okay later? We won’t end up shouting at each other again… right?

He casually flicked his cigarette ash with two fingers and said, "The room upstairs, the third one on the left." She stood in front of the door with a thin steel wire in her hand, fiddling for a moment before the door opened with a click. Andrew stood behind her with a keen interest, following her inside. He casually slipped his hands into his pockets and strolled around the room. A man's suit hung on a hanger, and the remnants of a half-used pack of condoms and a woman's stockings were scattered on the memory foam mattress. "Why is no one here?" she asked.

Sparing a glance around my room, I shrugged my shoulders slightly, it was even scattered at all, it was as arranged as it could be. The only thing out of place was the big white teddy bear I owned and still own but don't really make us of before, hence my storing it in one of the closets in my room, just that I dug it out again three days ago when I couldn't sleep. Sleep just didn't come when I wanted it to badly so I went and took it out, hoping that the good memory from it would push the junks away from my head and bring even if it was a little sleep, but it didn't.