Our Closet Novels & Stories

I desperately wanted to let the frustration inside of me out, but I was able to restrain myself. "No problem, but you'll need to change your underwear." I indicated his body's damp shorts with my finger. "You have no right to touch or see my intimate parts." His voice was filled with pride. Huh, like, I can't wait to see his dick. I immediately turned around and faced the other way. "Take the gray suit and white shirt out of the closet for me." I went straight to the cabinet after hearing his voice. Do the wealthy simply call it a closet? Most likely, I have seen so many clothes together, either in the laundry or in the showroom.

It’s probably empty, but maybe the robe I wore earlier has been cleaned and returned at least. My brows lift as I open the double doors to find the entire closet filled to the brim. Colorful gowns line the wall to the left, some in luxurious materials I’ve never seen before. Looking closer, I see they are all in my size. Running my hands over a lovely pink one with an embroidered skirt, I know instantly this is the one for Cally. The other side of the closet is mostly drawers and shoe racks, all of which are also full. I gather some shoes and undergarments for Cally and take them back to her.

After waiting for what felt like ages, with no clothes arriving, I decided to explore his closet to see what would fit me. The wardrobe was predominantly filled with formal wear, royal garments, and neatly hung button-down shirts, all of which were much too large for me, even though I was on the thick side. But I continued scanning meticulously, not wanting to disorganize the perfectly arranged closet. Finally, after several minutes of looking, I came across a shirt that seemed about the right size. It was adorned with a smiley emoji and the words "Smile for me, even when you're sad" printed above it.

I have nothing here, and an enormous closet filled with nothing would be the biggest ‘fuck you’ from Kaius. As I enter the closet, a gasp escapes my lips and I can literally feel my mouth falling open. This was the last thing I expected… It’s fully stocked with clothing, shoes, makeup, and perfumes—my size, my style. What the fuck? The jeans, blouses, button-down shirts, corsets, and even the odd dress. Don’t get me started on the gorgeous boots and heels; it feels like someone has taken the time to create a wardrobe just for me.

"Yes of course, you may have a dress in your closet, you know! Everything if you want! " "Is it true? Wow, thank you very much. But instead I refused, I prefer simple clothes. Is there something like that? " "Simple clothes, huh? Hah, sorry I don't have! But I have a dress that wears pants! You take it easy, it feels like it's in your closet. Have you opened all your cabinets? " "Yes, there is one cupboard, right? Everything contains dresses! " "Oh no. Your room has more than one closet, geez it's my fault! I should have shown the cupboard to you. After this I will show you the cupboard! ”

I opened the walk-in closet. Mistake. The closet was almost as big as my first apartment after I left Sebastian, with a long island in the middle, dark wood shelving, soft lighting, rows of suits on one side, white and black shirts, leather shoes, watches, drawers, and in the section that should’ve been empty, there were already several pieces of women’s clothing. I walked closer. My size. T-shirts. Sleepwear. Leggings. Jeans. Underwear still sealed in packaging. Sweaters. Even a black silk robe.

But as she walked further into the space, she noticed another door, slightly ajar, leading to what looked like an additional room. Curious, she pushed it open and stepped inside. Her eyes widened, and she stood there for a moment, speechless. It was a walk-in closet—an enormous, luxurious walk-in closet that seemed like it belonged in a fashion magazine. The walls were lined with shelves and racks filled with clothes, shoes, and accessories, all perfectly organized and displayed. There were soft lights above each section, illuminating the rows of designer clothing and shoes that filled the space.

I stammered. “Young lady, talk!” His voice thundered across the room. “I don’t have anything to wear!” I finally snapped, frustration and embarrassment spilling out. My throat tightened. “I couldn’t bring anything…” He tilted his chin toward the closet. “You mean…?” I tried to understand. “Don’t you want something to wear anymore?” His tone was sharp enough to cut glass. “Okay,” I whispered, moving toward the closet like it was a trap. Inside, I stopped dead. The closet wasn’t just big, it was insane. Each section was arranged by color, like a luxury boutique. Rows of expensive fabrics that looked softer than clouds. Even the way they hung seemed smug.

Jesse whispers, grinning with delight. “No, it’s a room – a whole room, with a door,” Jackson says, holding his arms out to his sides to demonstrate how big it is. “And it’s just filled with clothes. A closet is…small. This one’s big – like you could put a bed in there.” He frowns around at us, dropping his arms while we all do our very best not to laugh. “Yeah, that’s your closet, Jacks,” I say, taking another bite of my pastry and smiling at him. “It’s called a walk-in. And it’s your fault for letting mom have free reign over it – she’ll never stop now.”

I was about to try to pull myself up again when I suddenly felt hands on my shoulders and within just a few seconds, I finally felt my body being lifted by someone and I heard an angry scream. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, about what was inside, that's why when I was already in front of the door, I immediately opened it. My eyes widened, and I was stunned by what I saw. It is a big walk-in closet and has so many women's clothes and other things! Is all of this for me?! On both sides of the room hung a large number of clothes. There are dresses, nightwear, jeans, formal attires, and much more. They are neatly stacked and even color coded.