Novel & Cerita Sir Pentious Wallpaper

𝐷𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑖'𝑠 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 The penthouse was quiet, the city lights stretching far beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Dimitri stood at his open wardrobe, pulling out a Tom Ford tuxedo in jet black. The fabric was smooth beneath his hand, the cut tailored to precision. From a drawer, he retrieved a silk tie and set it aside, everything laid out with military order.

He took a key from his wallet and opened a locked door situated by the end of the hall on the second floor of the penthouse. The room was spacious, it almost looked like it was the second master bedroom of the penthouse. Maybe because it has one king-size bed, a comfy-looking sofa, a leather sex chair, a very large and sturdy wooden table with hooks on each corner, and a giant X on one side of the room. There was also a door which I'd guess would be the adjoining bathroom. But my eyes darted immediately to the wall where there were beautiful handcrafted whips and paddles. There were also dildos, butt plugs, and some vibrators. "Woah, Percy, Impressive, wait...fire?"

I would have loved to kiss Nate goodnight but tonight, I was simply overwhelmed by this life that was supposedly mine. Left alone in the living room, I took a deep breath and looked around. The penthouse was a masterpiece of luxury and opulence. The soft glow of the chandelier cast a warm light over the rich mahogany furniture. Plush, cream-colored sofas were adorned with intricately embroidered cushions. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a stunning view of the city skyline, sparkling like a million tiny diamonds against the night sky. Every detail, from the Persian rugs to the elegant artwork on the walls, spoke of a life of grandeur and sophistication.

Lola adjusted her denim skirt as the doors slid open, charging into the penthouse like she owned the place. Against the backdrop of large, ceiling-to-floor windows that dashingly displayed the panoramic view of the Madrid skyline, the interior design of the Morales penthouse was a beauty to behold. But it wasn’t the large, bizarre chandelier shaped like deer antlers that got her attention. Or the white, Greek-styled sofas that stood out against the chrome-painted walls and wooden-brown floors. Or even the strange spiral staircase that led upstairs, with each step appearing to hover above the one beneath.

Taking a deep breath in, I turned my back on the glass wall and made my way out of the room and through the collection of antique vases along the hallway of the penthouse, following the butler in charge. The butler was quiet, so I shut my lips and just looked around me as we ventured through the hallway. The walls were designed like they were built from the Roman era where classical architecture was a common word, at least that’s what the butler said when he noticed that I was looking at the designs of the walls. I couldn’t understand any of that, of course. As I was a mere prostitute with a job to escort one of the prominent bachelors in the business industry where tycoons, businessmen, and

Fuck him. I push myself up, lift my chin, and brush past him into the penthouse. The living room is sleek and modern, but lifeless. White walls, white furniture, and graffiti-style art that looks like something from a Banksy exhibit. Nothing about this place feels lived in, only staged.

Let me slowly play with you guys… She rewinded the images captured by the camera earlier, that smile appeared, once again. Her feelings three years ago were finally returned to the person who caused them. That's happiness~ The scene Helena Williams was brought into the room appeared on the screen more and more clearly. This is a room like a soundproof room, except that it is isolated from the rest of the world. It is said that if someone stays in here for more than 30 minutes, they will go crazy, but Mo Co and Helena Williams have been here for two days, the stamina is great, second?

The elevator opens directly into his penthouse and I step in as he nods and the elevator closes behind me. I stand nervously in the middle of the Penthouse feeling out of place… I don’t know what I expected. But it isn’t this. His place looks magnificent, Floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the city with Soft amber lighting on the walls, and dark marble floors. Art that looks expensive without screaming hanging on the walls, with expensive looking furniture carefully placed in the living area and the air smells faintly of cedar and something clean and masculine. My eyes finds him standing near the window.

“Chang does excellent work. They are beautiful.” “He had a beautiful model.” Sandra looked at the pictures as they passed before her eyes and smiled. “I plan on using one of them for each of my offices.” “Which one?” “Maybe this one,” he said, shuffling through them and pulling up the one of him removing the thin panties to reveal his initials for the first time. “You can’t put that on your wall,” she gasped. “That’s X-rated and not for public display.” “I love that picture. It's my favorite one. I was thinking of using it as my phone’s wallpaper.”

A goddamn meteor could fall through the ceiling right now and I’d probably welcome it if it meant pulling my mind off Christian fucking Blackwood. I wandered deeper into the penthouse, dragging my fingers across the smooth surface of the wall, trying to distract myself from my spiraling thoughts. Every inch of this place screamed wealth. Taste. Quiet power. “God, this is… ridiculous,” I muttered, stopping to stare at a modern chandelier made of jagged glass crystals hanging like frozen rain from the ceiling. “Who even buys shit like this?” But no one answered. Not that I expected anyone to. I was alone, with my pregnant self, in a flower-print dress that clung way too tightly to all the wron