Sir Pentious Wallpaper Novels & Stories

The first room we met was the living room and she led me into it. The chairs were cream with orange throw pillows scattered on them, and the interior was covered in Emma Pastel wallpaper. Plants gave life to the house and the floor was laminated, there was a thin rug under a wooden coffee table that was in front of the main chair. I couldn’t find a single picture except for posters of a young stunning woman with medium-length black hair, flaunting her sexiness along with heavy amounts of jewelry as she made different poses. Then I saw similar titles on the posters, ‘Milionis.’

Soon I hear the sounds coming from it - very noisy gun shots, bomb explosions and shouts which are too exaggerated and unnecessary. I lie down and pull a pillow over my head. Before my eyes is a wallpaper of a popular musician. He is posed around a car without shirt and three women wearing just bras and panties. I don't know who started it but it was hard now to see a musician posed without nude women. In Kent's room, he too had a wallpaper of a rapper covering every corner of his room. I have never understood the reasoning behind these wallpapers used to decorate a room like the drawing of Einstein. It seems to be a foolish attempt to idolize these men.

“I’m thinking of getting a dog for the manor.” I leaned in. The wallpaper was a picture of a Golden Retriever, its front paws over a fence, its back half hopelessly stuck. His dark eyes met mine over the top of the screen, a predatory glint in their depths. “I’ve heard,” he said, his voice deceptively casual, “they’re notoriously bad at escaping.”

“No need to rush. We are intruding on your normal work day.” Elenor lightly pinched my cheek. “It is so good to meet you, Evelyn.” She walked back over to her basket. As she went to turn around I couldn’t help but ask, “Where is his bedroom?” I felt my cheeks heat. Elenor gave me a knowing smile as she rested the basket on her hip. “Down that hall and last door on the right.” I gave her a thankful smile before following her directions. Steam billowed out of the ajar door in the far corner. The room was a slight contrast to the main common area of the penthouse. The walls looked like concrete with faux matte black rods that held track lights down the center of the room. Floor to ceiling lengt

They had the Fund Dinners. They had the rule wall. They had each other. The penthouse had apologies. This home had presence. End