The Closet Game Novels & Stories

She slipped into her bedroom and hid the bottle of poison in her drawer. Now, she needed to get into his study and see if she could find anything on him. She rushed to his side of the house only to see that the mahogany door was standing ajar, as though inviting her inside. The crook had forgotten to keep it closed as usual. She meant in m Montez’s desk was an altar of orderliness. Everything was aligned with military precision. Papers stacked neatly, pens perfectly parallel. The drawers were locked, of course. The man wouldn’t leave anything truly damning lying in plain sight.

She closed her eyes briefly. 'You are playing a game, and games have rules' she reminded herself. She would not let how dangerously good Dominic Rourke looked make her forget that. 'He is just a tool in this game.' She told herself as she left the mall.

But I didn’t want to admit, even to myself, that I had almost let him a few times. “Everyone gather around!” the woman in the red dress called out. “You know how the game goes; whoever spins the bottle goes into the closet with whoever it lands on.” I groaned internally as Isaac guided me to the circle with his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. This was not how I’d imagined spending my evening. The first few rounds were mildly entertaining, at least. A hot blonde and a blushing young man with glasses were the first unlucky pair, followed by two giggling girls who emerged from the closet fixing their lipstick.

Isaiah handed over the keys like he was used to it. I followed carefully as he entered a private room. Through the partially open door, I saw several young men dressed in sharp suits. They looked like the typical rich heirs you would see in tabloids. Pretending to be on a phone call, I loitered in the hallway near the room. From where I stood, I could see the table piled with dishes like lobster, king crab, and caviar—things I would only ever see on cooking shows. "Isaiah, seeing you in those cheap clothes cracks me up. You're the heir to billions, for crying out loud!"

At my father's signal, eight bodyguards, all trained fighters, swiftly surrounded Zach. It was clear my father was done with the soft approach and was ready to force Zach's hand. My fists clenched instinctively, my heart racing. In no time, Zach was pinned to the ground. My father looked down at him, his gaze cold and unwavering, exuding an authority that brooked no resistance. "Lock him up. We'll see if he changes his mind later." The bodyguards dragged Zach upstairs to the hidden room. I watched as they ascended. The heavy iron door slammed shut with a loud bang, jarring my memories back to my childhood.

The call ended, and she felt a surge of newfound confidence rushing through her. Straining her posture, she returned to the group just as Damien clapped his hands. "So, are you all ready?" he asked with a broad smile. "Yes!" the participants cheered, clapping and exchanging excited looks. Suddenly, a soft mechanical hum broke the silence. At the far end of the room, a door slid open, unveiling a massive fabric closet. Shelves lined the walls, packed with rolls of luxurious fabrics in every color and texture imaginable, sourced from around the globe.

I looked at the bed, which seemed to invite me to slip under the duvet and sleep comfortably. I don’t have any clothes with me! What if I sneak into Maddy's room? I swear, I’ll just grab a dress and some boxers. Yeah, I think so! I went back out of the room and quietly entered his room. Thank you, bro, for not locking it! I searched his closet for clothes that might fit me, but I doubted they would, since he's a big guy. But it was okay; it looked like a dress to me. Before leaving, I picked up his white long-sleeved shirt and tidied up his closet.

“Ok. Hopefully everyone is well turned on, which is the whole point. We’re going to play the sleeping bag game next. Everyone find your partner and go down to the rec room. The rules are simple. You have to get all of your clothes and your partner's clothes off while zipped in a sleeping bag. You have to stay in the bag and your hands have to stay in the bag. Oh yes, one more twist this time... Ladies you have to make your partner cum, but he can’t do it inside you. It has to be on you. Selection of the packages is done as you finish. Put the package you choose into the ladies basket and then you can either dance, use the pool or one of the hot tubs until the next game... Oh yes. Men... teas

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

They gave her some curious looks. Unlocked with keys and then locked again. She can’t be seen inside because of the blinds. Turning on the lamp, the room was dimly lit. In a corner, she opened a cabinet with a vault. She put the money that was sent to her in cash, and there were also passbooks from different banks. Sierra stretched her neck for a break. It’s stupid how she saved this money for leaving, only to use it again for coming home.