Lady Bedspacer Novels & Stories

He had a large bed built of dark wood, and it was easily the most expensive piece in the room. Abby couldn't stop herself from wondering what it would be like to be in that bed with him. She flushed, biting the inside of her cheek. Running a hand down the comforter, she smiled at how soft it was. So he likes nice bedding. She could appreciate a man who understood the importance of high-thread counts. The right side table had some books, an empty glass, and a pair of reading glasses. Abby read the titles of the books—all nonfiction about wars or horses—and wandered around the rest of the room.

If they let me down, I'll deal with it when it happens and if it happens; I get up and go to the window, open the curtain a little and see the morning light, it's probably about 10:00, I step back and look for the switch and soon find it. Achilles' room is very much like his, very spacious, the bed is bigger than a king-size, it can certainly fit four people in there with room to spare, it's one of those with no space between the floor and the support made of hardwood, with details of wind and some snowflakes, on top there's the mattress with gray sheets and a dark blue. The bed is propped up against a wooden support with details matching those under the mattress.

"It’s a bit... tight, Lila. I hope His Majesty doesn't mind sharing a bed that doesn't have a remote control. It’s the only room left." "Tight" was an understatement. The attic room had slanted, low ceilings with exposed oak beams that Adrian had to duck under just to move. There was a single, heavy oak bed that looked like it had been handed down through five generations, covered in a thick, handmade floral quilt. A small window stood open, letting in the sound of crickets and a cool breeze that carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine.

"Mr. Zhukov hopes you will find it comfortable." Alessia's eyes widened as she stepped into the room. 'Comfortable' was an understatement. The space was larger than her entire apartment, dominated by a massive four-poster bed draped in rich, cream-colored silks. The headboard, intricately carved from dark wood, depicted a scene of birch trees in a winter landscape.

"That girl" said Lady Amy. She was perched on a red satin covered king sized bed that seemed like it was torn from the pictures of Nepolean's bedroom. The canopy above was draped with white curtains shielding the large bed frame, each with a rose engraved head and foot rest. The room itself was more than large enough to hold at least another bed of the same size, with space for the surrounding beside table, closet and window bed that laid next to the side. Everything in this damn forgotten place wreaked of Hades.

If he even wanted to hear it in the first place. I pushed the door between our rooms open and stepped into his bedroom. His room was a stark contrast to mine. In the center of the room was a large 4-poster king-sized bed. It was raised on a platform so that it sat higher than your average mattress would. His bedding was a deep, rich, navy blue and soft to the touch. He had very few personal touches in the room I noticed while looking around. A book was on the bedside table, a bookmark saving his page and a whiskey decanter sat on the table next to the leather armchair.

"What bed? What's wrong?" "Make it a double bed." Jacob uttered, "A double bed? Why would you need that? Since you're in the military, you should make do." "I can't." Spencer rubbed his fingers together as he fought off a nicotine craving. "It's too cramped for two people to sleep in a single bed." Jacob eyed him. "Two people? Who are you talking about? Don't go fooling around in the military!" Spencer frowned. "What are you thinking? Besides Ariana, who else would I be sharing the bed with?"

They're a little loose but still an upgrade from the heels I was wearing when I arrived. With another deep breath, I grasp the cool metal doorknob and turn. The bedroom, lit by one small night lamp, is large and Spartan. The Spanish tiled floor has colorful area rugs spread around. A simple white bedspread covers the four-poster bed. Mosquito netting tied to the posts gives the room an almost feminine quality. I squint into the shadows and notice King sitting at a small table in the corner. He's watching me so intensely goose bumps break out along my skin.

I felt like I was walking through a gallery rather than someone’s home. He finally stopped at a grand door and pushed it open. A wave of cool air brushed past me as I entered the room. I was instantly captivated. The expansive space was decorated with a combination of modern luxury and classic charm. A giant four-poster bed dominated the room, draped in fabric as soft as clouds. The bedspread was an elegant shade of cream, adorned with embroidered designs that shimmered slightly in the light.

We had both been there, yet each alone, on that night. “The spare room is Lily's,” he explained, taking clean sheets from the cupboard, “so there's only the sofa bed. I hope that's okay.” “It's more than fine.” I watched him make the bed with practised ease, tucking the corners neatly. The scene was so domestic, so calm, yet it stirred a silent undercurrent between us. The air carried the crisp cedar scent of his usual aftershave, and the fine dust of a shared past we both tried to avoid.