Kamar Mandi Orang Kaya Novels & Stories

As a result, I ended up in this situation. I walked into his opulent home, my heels resting on the smooth, marbled floor. We then went to the living room, which is unusually large. There are luxurious objects everywhere my eyes go. I see that the wealthy can never have enough objects. "Do you like it?" Damien inquired as I sat on one of the couches. "Like what?" I asked, perplexed. "Do you like the house?" Damien asked, looking around the room.

I stepped outside and yet again the maids were standing on my either side as if I were their captive. I looked up at the posh building where I was about to enter. It read Soiree Clubhouse, one of the fanciest clubhouses in the city. It was referred to as the 'fun' corner of the elites. The moment I was driven to the entrance and glanced at the interiors, I was scared. I saw rich men smooching and making out with their sugar babies. Ah! Why wouldn't they get themselves a room? I knew what all 'fun' things the elites do over here.

and it looks like this is a private house on a hill…and Sandro has easy access to it. "Whose house is this?" Amanda whispered as they descended the elegant, maroon carpet...there is each golden carpet backing that made this staircase shine and feels luxurious. Very luxurious. There are probably three or four floors in this building...and all the stairs are covered in luxurious carpet with some paintings on the right and left. It's beautiful and screams expensive.

Am still amazed, how a poor street girl like me got to become the daughter in-law of this multi-billion household, their gigantic mansion looks like a castle. I waited for my husband in our ineffable room. I decided not to take my bath because I don't know what I might spoil in that large bathroom that looks like a complete apartment, everything in that bathroom looks so modern and confusing to me. I wasn't born rich so I don't know many things associated with rich people. Instead of going in there and spoiling something that might be expensive to repair, it's better I wait for my husband to come home and direct me.

I resisted the urge to shudder and ran my eyes all over the room. The overpowering scent of musk and sandalwood hit me. It was as if someone had doused the entire room with expensive cologne. The walls were painted a deep shade of burgundy, and the room was dimly lit by golden lamps. The furniture was heavy and ornate, with dark wood and plush cushions. There was a large bed in the center of the room, with silk sheets and a mountain of pillows. The whole room seemed designed to cater to the desires of a wealthy man, making me cringe.

Manik opened his room door and entered inside his lavish room. He walked on the expensive marble floor and walked towards wall size glass window which was parting the room into two portions. He closed the wooden door of the balcony and then went towards his king size bed and comfortably sat on it. There was a big picture of him was hanging upon the headboard of his bed. In left side there was a big potrait of him with a big shelf made of glass which was totally occupied by his trophies, meddles and certificates giving it a very rich and classy look. His right side wall is occupied with his family pictures and a big couch before it with glass table and finally main wall in front of the bad wa

I never realized how much having a second identity has fucked with my self-esteem and sex life. Mark offers me his hand and I take it and he pulls me toward him. I kiss his lips and smile, hopping off the bed and we walk toward the bathroom. He opens the door flipping on the light and I gasp; this bathroom is crazy luxurious. Marble floors and counters. There is a massive bathtub, but it looks more like a hot tub and the shower could hold 10 people and is equipped with several different body sprayers.

I muttered as I closed the room door like the room was my own property. I was amazed again by looked at the decoration as soon as I walked into the room. With a big class window which is presented an outside city. Plus, a king-size bed infront of it to lie on. I gulp it scared me to think how much it cost to have this kind of bedroom on your own house. He must be filthy rich and born in silver spoon. The room itself say luxury and prestige on every single thing in there. " Wow! I should have appreciated this moment." I expressed after a moments of silent fell deep into point of view.

It was no surprise he ranked among the top ten richest billionaires in Kenya. Stepping inside, I took a slow, measured breath. The first floor was huge, a statement of wealth in itself. Golden chandeliers dripped from the ceiling, casting a warm, luxurious glow over the two grand living rooms filled with leather and gold-trimmed furniture. A massive glass wall led to the outside garden, where six towering beeline tents stood under the night sky, sheltering clusters of well-dressed elites sipping on modern cocktails. The green carpet stretched like an emerald pathway through the space, leading to whispered deals and quiet power struggles.

It was… a bathing room. A ridiculously huge, luxurious bathing room. Marble floors. Dim golden lights hanging from ornate fixtures. The center of the space was taken up by a round sunken tub that looked like a damn pool. Steam curled up from the surface, scenting the air with lavender and sandalwood. I blinked. Seriously? This was it? After all that suspense—sneaking around like a fucking thief in the night, heart racing—I’d found Lorenzo’s… spa? I let out a breath, disappointed. "Fucking rich people," I muttered under my breath. Of course this bastard would need a secret bath. He probably couldn’t stand using the same water as his staff.