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My black hair and honey skin a stark contrast of colorations. His bed was almost as big as the ones at the cabin. But his had a gorgeous metalwork headboard. Not really latticework, because that would have been too girly for the masculine guy. But an intricate weaving of copper, stainless steel, and iron strips. The colors were perfect and suited Saint's personality well. The other end of the room was situated to be his kitchen and dining area. A small section in the middle of the room was dedicated to a desk that was meticulously clean. Directly opposite that was a couch and an enormous TV that seemed to take up all available wall space.

Now it's making me think about what they want with a poor girl like me from Massachusetts. The bed is enormous, with the most beautiful mahogany oak frame and a tall, elegant headboard. I've never had a headboard before never even had a bed this big. On either side are matching nightstands, each with a large lamp perched on top. The walls are freshly painted in a soft, creamy seashell white.

His favourite part of the room was the 55" smart TV. Gabz selected the room adjacent to the master bedroom. She picked it because her favourite colour was pink, and the place looked like a pink bomb went off inside. The king bed had pink ruffles all around it. The greatest thing about it was that the walls were just plain white, so it gave the room a calm atmosphere. I left Gabz to settle in and then headed to the master chamber. Upon entering, I had no words to express myself. The room appeared to be fit for a king or queen. The king-sized bed boasted four enormous bedposts that shone in gold and sparkled with little red rubies. The design of the headboard took the form of a crown.

A small black looking refrigerator with glass standing nearby while holding expensive bottles of wine as well as water and other necessary beverages. Shifting my focus from where the trolleys now stood, do I allow myself another quick glance around the room only to see a giant Alaskan King size bed. A bed of that caliber easily holding 8 or more people inside it while another wave of arousal hits. My insides now wondering what the five of us could do on it instead.

Blair exclaimed, and Ashier released her hand, giving her the chance to look around in the room. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the king-sized bed, which was positioned right at the center of the room. It seemed to be fit for royalty, it was adorned with intricate golden carvings and adorned with luxurious silk drapes. The pillows were plump and inviting, promising a restful night's sleep. She could imagine how comfortable it would be to sleep on a very big bed like this.

He thought of everything. There’s a state-of-the-art gym, and two living rooms down here. Upstairs is a huge master bedroom with window seats that look out over the backyard. The king-sized bed is already made and so comfy, I want to jump on it. The furniture is tastefully done, and honestly, I couldn’t have chosen better myself. It screams luxury and comfort.

I just want to see what his room is like. His room is big with dark curtains which made it look so dark even with the dimly lit light that was on in the room. His bed was a king-sized bed with a white sheet and a dark duvet, I couldn’t make out the exact color of the duvet as I wasn’t seeing the color that well with the light.

As someone whose favorite colours are deep blue and gold, I found this decor very pleasant, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a delicious, dangerous sense of belonging. I walked towards the only bed in the room. It was very large, the second thing that I noticed. It stood centered like a monarch’s throne, made of high-polished mahogany. It was bigger than the king-size. The headboard was a colossal masterpiece of glided-wood carving of scrolls and volutes, upholstered in plush deep-blue velvet fabric set in precise diamond tufting with a crown as its apex.

"The bed? You want us to sleep in the bed?" "Obviously." "I can sleep on the couch," I offered quickly, glancing at the leather sofa in the corner. "It looks comfortable. Or I can sleep on the floor with a pillow." "No," Sebastian said, his tone final. "The maids change the sheets every morning. If only one side of the bed is slept in, they will know. We sleep in the bed." "But—" "It is a king-sized mattress, Isabella," he cut in, looking amused by my visible panic. "It is six feet wide. You can stay on your side. I will stay on mine. I promise I will not attack you."

I slip through the bedroom door to find an empty room. His bedchamber has been upgraded in a way that is fit for a king. Its furniture is opulent and overelaborated with gilding. In the center is a monumental canopy of drapes, which is clearly to protect him from cold. The top of the bed is adorned with two bouquets of white ostrich feathers, a luxury product reserved only for royals.