Gantungan Tas Di Kamar Novels & Stories

he said and this time I was confused. "but you never put any work related things in your bed room... your office safe is for that, hell it is invisible in the wall... no one knows about that, you always put all important things there then why did you put the crystal in the bedroom? This is not making any sense... Unless..." I stopped as I realised what he did.

But it's right next to his daughter's room so we decided it's better to fuck upstairs since uhmmmm, somebody is quite loud during sex. So here we are, in my bedroom, hence some of his stuff lying around in here. Cufflinks, socks, underwear, let's just say most of the small items are normally tucked somewhere that whenever I clean the room, I'd blush remembering what caused them to be there because we were so engrossed with fulfilling our desire we didn't care much what stuff we were putting at those weird places. Just yesterday I found his tie under my pillow. The tie he used to bind my wrists because we were freaky like that.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find a hair tie, so I was forced to leave it down. I made my bed and decided to leave my phone on the nightstand, not having a use for it here. Though I made a mental note to ask Gregory about a phone charger since I was didn't get a chance to grab anything from my house. I slowly opened the door to my room, scenting the air before stepping out. The room smelt like Garren, but it was from years of him occupying this space. From what I could tell, he wasn't out in the shared area or in his room, clearly having already left for the day.

Move on. I should've gone downstairs. Made tea. Avoided him entirely. But something pulled me toward the sound of running water. Maybe it was masochism. Maybe I just needed proof that I could still stand in the same space as him without falling apart. I crossed the hallway and pushed open the door to the guest room. His jacket hung over the back of a chair. His tie draped across the armrest. The bed lay in disarray, sheets twisted tight, evidence of a restless night. His phone sat on the nightstand. Screen down.

We paused for a breath, and I asked him. "Is this why you have all these cameras installed around this room?" I looked around, pointing my chin at every direction where the cameras were installed—one in the ceiling. I don't know how he managed to place it there securely. Another was by the foot of the bed, secured in a vertical bar with its end to the ceiling and floor. Two cameras were on its tripod on both side drawers next to the bed. "What is this room? Our studio or something?" I asked Chad, still tittering.

I gently push my fingers against the cracks and ridges hoping I can break down the drywall without causing too much commotion. I’ve been working on the ceiling in the closet for over an hour and I realize that someone might return to take my food tray or bring the socks that I requested. I quietly jump down off the stool and rush into the bedroom. I grab the tray off the bed and set it next to the door. Then I walk into the bathroom and grab several large towels out of the closet. I quickly work to arrange them on the bed to look like a person sleeping and take care to fully cover them with the comforter.

The second I had the stranger off my body, I sprinted off the bed and attempted to gather my things. I picked up my gown and untangled my panties from the door handle. That was when I noticed the key dangling from the door had a tag on it. Room 56. This was not an apartment or a studio. It was a hotel room. Somehow that made things better because if possible, I would love to avoid any interaction with the naked man behind me. My bra was nowhere to be found so I made it my personal mission to find them. The walk of shame was unavoidable in this situation but to do them without a bra was out of the question.

he said, loosening his necktie and placing it on the table. Silence ensued in the room as Ben pulled out his shoes, "You can lay on the floor or whatever but I do not want you anywhere near my bed." he warned.

The lights are all off and I'm pondering whether to turn them on when I hear Jasmine's voice again. "Three minutes, Mike," she says, helping me make the decision. "We won't know if the camera works unless I turn the light on," I tell her, reaching for the switch. The bedroom has the same heavy sexual aroma as my car and the sheets are messy with several wet spots. "This is obviously where we want the camera," I tell her, looking around for a good spot. "Tell me how much of the room you can see?" I ask placing the camera on the dresser beside the bed, tucking it between a ceramic crock and a small jewelry box.

I have to be careful around this manipulative man. I headed to the guest room almost immediately, making sure to lock the door once I was inside. Female things. Dresses. Bags. Heels on the racks. And makeover materials were spread on the vanity table. Jessica’s things! They all looked like things Jessica would use, and even her posters on the walls confirmed it. Suddenly, the guest room became like a cage, suffocating me. I turned around, fiddling with the keys while unlocking the door, and then hurried out.