Of Pillows And Pampering Novels & Stories

It smells divine. I feel like I have come to heaven. Before me, a king-sized bed with a canopy draped in sheer, soft and silky fabric stood as the centrepiece of the room. The sheets were a sumptuous blend of silk. It was very tempting for me to sink into a realm of comfort. The pillows, plumped to perfection, showcased an array of textures, from velvet to satin, creating an enticing mosaic of softness. I have only seen these types of rooms in hotels and movies.

Plush satin pillows in shades of pink and gold added a touch of elegance. Adrian beamed with pride, his eyes fixed on Alex's reaction. "Do you like it?" he asked, excitement lacing his voice. Tears of joy welled up in Alex's eyes. She turned to Adrian and embraced him tightly, whispering, "It's more than I ever imagined, darling. It's absolutely perfect; I love it." Her husband's love and devotion were evident in every detail of the room. They had become parents, and he wanted their daughter to feel like a princess, surrounded by beauty and comfort.

Tall patio heaters glow in the corners with a soft orange light over the space. In the center is a massive, plush mattress on a raised platform, buried under mountains of faux fur blankets and pillows. A projector screen that is easily twenty feet wide stands waiting against the far edge. On a low table, there are bowls filled with snacks. My snacks. The spicy pickles I complained I couldn't find at the grocery store last week. The specific brand of chocolate pretzels I craved two nights ago at 2:00AM. There’s even a jug of that sparkling grape juice I said I missed drinking.

It even asked for the consent of fellow servants. “Lyssa is right, Ma’am. We will take care of it. You had better just rest.” Shall I rest again? I just woke up. I might be purged at rest. “But it's embarrassing that I can't even help you. Let me help you so that you can also facilitate your work, ”I insisted. The two did nothing because I had already started changing the pillowcase. Even though they are still clean and fragrant, they are always replaced with pillow cases. Even the couch is being replaced as well. It's really different when you're rich, what?

"There's another sham on the dresser behind you. Can you put the last pillow in there?" "Surrrre." Noah stretched out the word and gave me a look. "You women and your pillows." "Hey, what're you trying to say? There are shams." I patted the one I'd just angled against my sleeping pillow. "They are made to cover the pillows that adorn the bed. They make the whole thing look cozier."

My body felt like mush and I loved it. I was pampered in the bath, fed my favorite chocolates, got my hair washed and my body ravished once again in the warm soapy water. Damn was I the luckiest woman or what, I was definitely floating. One of my presents that I got after was a fluffy throw blanket made from cashmere the color was a soft pink with literal threads coated in gold running through it. Nicky most of told Apollo about my obsession with cashmere throw blankets. I even got two matching pillows it was decided I was the luckiest woman in the world. Snuggling deeper into his arms I kissed his chest and he returned it by kissing me in my hair.

Plus I can join the mile-high club. As we entered the bedroom, we were amazed by the luxurious furnishings. The sheets were soft and made of high-thread-count fabric, the pillows were plush, and the cabin had a warm and welcoming atmosphere. It felt like we were staying in a fancy five-star hotel. During our intimate moment, we were surrounded by the extravagance of our surroundings and wholly consumed in pleasure and indulgence. This was a moment that we would cherish forever and reflect upon with fondness for many years to come.

We both stood there, staring at it. “So…” I started. “We could do the classic pillow wall?” Damien kicked off his shoes. “Or you could take the left side and I could take the right side like normal human beings.” “Normal human beings don’t share beds with there employee pretending to date them in front of their moms.” He grinned. “True. But they do appreciate thread-counts like this.” I threw a pillow at him. Ten minutes later, we’d both changed. I was in my oversized t-shirt and fluffy socks, trying very hard not to look at Damien, who’d come out of the bathroom in black joggers and a plain white tee looking like a walking cologne ad.

CHASE The pillow wall was hilarious in theory. In practice, it was a joke. Seven pillows stacked like a soft barricade down the middle of the queen bed—neutral territory in a war nobody had officially declared. I lay on my side staring at the fabric mound, listening to Sloane breathe on the other side. Slow. Steady. Not asleep yet.

I couldn’t remember, but it wasn’t like I’d ever looked around my den and thought, “this place could use six more pillows.” But hey, if Hazel wanted them, she was sure as fuck welcome to them. I’d hand over every damn penny in my bank account if it would keep her living in my house, sleeping in my bed, spending her time with me. Next, we walked to the throw pillows. Apparently, that was a thing. I couldn’t remember my mom ever buying a pillow to use just for decoration, but my mom had never been rich. Maybe decorative pillows were a thing in the world of wealthy people.