Paint In Bathroom Bubbling Novels & Stories

I did my business and pressed the flush lever. "You can come in now," I called out, then turned to pour some bubble liquid into the tub. I didn't care if the guys protested, I liked bubbles. Soon enough, the room was infused by the fruity-smelling aroma. "The bath is ready," I bellowed. Their timing was impeccable, arriving just in time to see the apprehension on my face as my ass touched the water. "Ah, ah, ah, shit," I hissed, grimacing with discomfort.

My vision practically disappeared, causing me to grip onto the metal bedpost. As soon as I was able to see well again, I made my way inside the bathroom. After stripping off, and stepping into the shower, I twisted the nozzle, and immediately jolted away from the ice cold water. While waiting for the water to heat up, I kept myself busy by looking around the bathroom, which was painted in white with a touch of gold. Who in the hell was responsible for designing my bathroom? All I wanted was pink, God! How stupid! Beside the shower was a modern bathtub that fitted perfectly with the aesthetic of the room, and I was glad it was all white.

Having an entire gold and white themed master bathroom with marble decorations, an entire large bathtub that could fit two people, completed with water massage options and a large wine tray for the bathroom had come as an advantage to her. She ran the warm water down and poured the whole bottle of rose and lavender bubble bath liquid into the tub to give that relaxing yet romantic vibe to the water. As she liked to make sense of it. Previously, she had also lit up a few white florals aromatic candles and played sweet jazz on the mini music player she bought just for the bathroom which would set the perfect luxurious atmosphere.

That was where the sickly-sweet smell was coming from. Walter crouched down and dabbed a bit of the liquid with his calloused index finger. The liquid was somewhat sticky. He rubbed it between his fingers, brought them under his nose, and took a close whiff. With just that one sniff, his grim expression blackened with rage. "How the hell is this fireproof paint? This is cheap thinner mixed with industrial waste! Who dares brush this junk onto my walls?" A full-throated, furious roar echoed in the storage room.

I chuckled to myself, knowing the moment I enter that bathroom, everywhere is about to be bubbly and giddy with Zahra’s laughter. “Are you coming already?!” She yelled from the bathroom. “Yes, love!” I quickly tucked my feet into the bunny flip-flops Derrick had gotten for me before hustling into the bathroom. Thirty minutes had gone by, and only then did Zahra decide that she had had her fill of popping bubbles. I took her to her pink vanity table, which had the edge of its mirror decorated with all kinds of her favorite cartoon stickers. Somewhere between picking a dress for my little dove, Zahra became a chemist, mixing all kinds of lotions her hands could find.

A breath slips free of my lips. “Tessa.” She strides toward me. “Are you okay? Did the guards hurt you?” Her palms gently touch my skin and shoulders, checking for wounds. “No. I am good.” My lips answer. “How did you do it?” Jay questions. “The only thing I am good at is making chemicals. The blue paint is a strong chemical mixed with a red one. The water drains the red chemical first, then blue.” “We can clean them in hot water and the original red color will be back.”

Chuckling at the image, I leaned back and let the warmth seep into my muscles. Steam swirled around me, making my face damp. My hair wouldn't stand a chance, but hey, no one was looking. The heat flushed my skin pink, and I wiggled my toes, noticing my chipped polish. Mentally adding "paint nails" to my to-do list, I submerged my foot again. Bubbles drifted around me, gathering in clusters that danced with the water. This was a fantastic tub. Almost big enough for two. A silly thought popped into my head. What if I met someone here? Someone who would hold me close, kiss my neck, and...

I carefully removed myself from his hold and dragged myself up to the bathroom. My intention was to use the shower as quickly as possible. But as I entered the bathroom, my eyes went straight to the bathtub. I walked straight to the bathtub, turned on the hot and cold water taps to give a warm water consistency, and sat on the bathtub. Then I picked up the shower gel Anna handed to me when I first came and then poured a reasonable amount into the bathtub. I added 10 drops of lavender essential oil and 10 drops of vanilla essential oil, satisfied with the warm water consistency. I turned off the taps, and then I used my hands to stir the water to form a bubble.

Serves him right. I stepped into the en-suite and almost gasped it was so beautiful. Ornate gold taps rested on the double white ceramic sinks and freestanding bathtub, while the equally grand standing shower also had gold finishings. Teal patterned wallpaper began halfway up the ivory walls littered with delicate golden hummingbirds, butterflies and bumblebees, resting on long-stemmed flowers crawling up the paper. A large, ornate mirror perched above the sinks, framed by golden leaves and vines twisting out and back together to form a regal frame.

Chapter 2: The First Night The bathroom was a cartoon paradise. Ducks, boats, and waterproof books lined the shelves. It was the warmest room I’d seen in the house. I ran the water, making sure it wasn’t too hot, and poured in a generous stream of bubble bath. Luca stood by the tub, clutching a rubber shark, his earlier bravado gone. “He’s gonna wake up,” he whispered, staring at the drain. “Only if we don’t feed him enough,” I said, keeping my voice light. I swirled the water, creating a mountain of suds. “Look at all this food! He’s going to be so full, he’ll snore.”