Our Closet Novels & Stories

Why is he here? It can’t really be over a shirt. I got a small peek into his massive closet, and it’s bigger than my whole bedroom and filled with clothes. “No.” I drop my arms and then fold them over my chest again protectively. “No?” He repeats the word, a smile pulling at his lips.

And for real, I could use a little fuck to let out my building frustration. I open the closet to get some clothes but I'm astonished at what I'm seeing. It's a stylish lineup of tuxedos, suits, and coats. Plain trousers. Tailored shirts. Nothing simple. No denim pants. No leather jackets. No shorts. No joggers. No hoodies. No henleys. Nothing casual. What the fuck am I in this world? A priest or the moon goddess's most modest son? My frustration hit the roof and I'm fucking stranded, standing there and looking at my boring closet. After a few minutes, I take out a long-sleeved shirt with tailored pants.

Vincent would prefer to stare at me with wide eyes and a tilted head until I grow curious enough to check it out myself. His method works. I peek inside, wondering if he's got a business suit he's outgrown and expects me to wear or another ridiculous thing like he plans to dress me in his college sweatshirt. But no. On the right side of the closet he's removed a small section of his clothing. There on the bar hang a few skirts and blouses with a collection of boxes I can only guess contain shoes on the floor.

The room was stunning, decorated in rich colors and textures. A large bed dominated the space, with luxurious linens and an array of pillows that seemed to invite relaxation. A massive walk-in closet stood to one side, its doors slightly ajar. I hadn’t paid attention or noticed this other wardrobe before, when I’d looked into the empty closet earlier. Curiosity stirred within me as I walked over, peering inside. What awaited me was nothing short of overwhelming. The closet was filled with a vast array of clothing—everything from casual wear to elegant dresses and, yes, seductive pieces that made my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

When he said I could get any shirt of my pick from his closet, I think he didn't fully explain what he meant by closet because what I was seeing as his closet had me opening my mouth for the umpteenth time today. “Calling this a closet should be criminal.” I said, my eyes dancing around the corners of the walk-in closet. The shirts were arranged by colour scheme, an array of wristwatches, shoes, sneakers, trousers, cufflinks, and so many other things. I think he could wear all the clothes here for three years and he wouldn't repeat any. That's how big it was. “So, what should I call it?” He asked. “A boutique because what else can I qualify it as? This is the walk-in closet of all walk in cl

I complained, rubbing the pain. I come out of the shower, wrap a towel and open the door that leads to the closet from the bathroom. Yeah, it came as a surprise to me as well, I mean. There's no need to come out of the bathroom before going over to the closet. Another cool thing is that the closet was built to operate on its own. The moment someone steps into the closet, it lightens on its own. It doesn't stop there. There are two sections in the closet. The first section held female clothes, like dresses, shoes, bags and jewellery. The second section was about men wearing.

I said, my voice hoarse. "Of course," he said with a slight bow, setting the tray on a small table. "The closet is fully stocked. Please, take your time." He was gone as quietly as he came. I turned to the walk-in closet, my jaw almost dropping. It was a high-end boutique. Rows of designer gowns, racks of tailored pants, and shelves of silk shirts. Every size, every style. All in my size. I settled on a pair of tailored black trousers and a simple cream-colored silk blouse. I splashed cold water on my face, pulled my hair back into a severe knot, and went downstairs for breakfast.

I was blown away by the number of antiques in the room. I went inside the room to take a good look when I realized something and turned towards Caleb, “No closet?” “Oh, there is a walk-in closed at the end. That door”. He pointed towards the door. I opened in and saw a giant room, filled with clothes of all styles. “Well, I went shopping with mom. We didn’t really know what your personal taste is like, so brought almost everything” He laughed and scratched the back of his head. Well, my personal taste is a 3XL t-shirt with dolphin shorts, but am I going to tell him that? Absolutely not!

I remember marrying Dominic until the light flashed before my eyes. Putting the photo down, I made my way to the door next to me as I gripped both handles and yanked it wide open to have my eyes increase its size - it's an oversized walk-in closet. To my right is filled with women's clothes and accessories, and the other is the men's. It was big enough for at least four people to live there.

There was also a display of bunch of wrist watches,cuff links and ties,I didn't even want to begin to counting them but did he really dresser and closet for all his clothing. "I'm so jealous," I puffed walking out of the closet and the room,pausing to shut the door behind me I didn't want him to find me in there. I moved to the next door and pushed it open to find a bathroom.I was more curious about the last room,so I closed it for the moment and headed to the last door.As soon as I open it the smell of dust met my nose and I wrinkled it.Was this a storage area?