Novel & Cerita White Leather Headboard

It was perfect, just as I requested. The whole room was painted a rich, almost golden-white color. The floor was light wood with a plush fur carpet in the same golden color. There was a bed on the right side of the room, the bed was the size of a queen with a king combined. There was a rattan bedhead made of a soft material mounted to the wall which had two pillars on each side, with downlighters just above your head. A seating couch at the end and the two chairs made it feel as if you could just relax and unwind. The windows were floor-to-ceiling draped by pure silk curtains. How I wished I could hear what Hailey thought of the room. Would she love it or would she change something?

Every piece of furniture was white washed, down to the plush cotton sofas in the living room. Callum began moving again, since this place was unfamiliar to her, she was forced to follow him. When he came to a halt, they were in a bedroom. It was immaculate and austere but so huge it almost looked empty. A pompous bed stood in the middle, the headboard raised above it possessed the colour of natural wood. A bedside table of similar color was on both sides. Above it was an Olympic ball dipped in silver which filtered powerful white light. On the left were curtained glass windows. This room was something of a spectacle, the only personal touch this room held was the mat on the floor.

The White Silk Trap ~Tara's POV~ "Ouch! Watch the pins, you idiot!" Lea kicks her foot back, her heel connecting sharply with my collarbone. I swallow a grunt of pain, keeping my head bowed. I am kneeling on the thick Persian rug in the master bedroom, my mouth full of silver sewing pins, adjusting the hem of a fifty-thousand-dollar custom Vera Wang gown. It is a sea of flawless white silk, tough lace, and pearls. It's breathtaking. And it's making me sick to my stomach.

"So, I don't get why you want us to use aluminium instead of glasses in the lobby." He grabbed the file and shifted it to his side, fully looking at it this time. "The chairs are also said here to be wooden." He pointed to a spot on the file. "Whatever happens to the Italian leather or even expensive words like teak or mahogany, with velvet or chenille fabrics for the premium finishing?” Shame tore through me at the implication of his words. I inched closer to see the spot he was talking about. My face grazed against his hand and a shiver raked through me as desire reared back its ugly head.

“Let’s get our things settled down first.” He released me and walked somewhere. A few seconds later, all lights were on, and I was surrounded by an expansive bedroom with hues of wood and black walls. It was bright because of the elegant fixtures and details on the ceiling. The impeccable king-sized bed was elevated one step from the floor and had black sheets blended with a white mattress and duvet. There weren’t pictures on the walls, but he had a minimalist neutral-colored portrait at the top of the bed’s headboard. “Wow.”

The ceiling was made of exposed wood, as if they were whole eucalyptus trees, rounded and thin, with a ceiling that did not hide them, as if they were playing with the rustic design of the place. The bed was big and felt very comfortable. It had white sheets with a white blanket with bright green geometric details, which clashed with the various shades of green on the pillows. The headboard was made of iron, as if it were a tree of life, where the branches formed a large mosaic that took up a considerable amount of space on the wall. The closed white door announced a bathroom. The closet was small, with only three doors, wooden, retro, and with a large mirror, which occupied two of the doors

she said with a sly smile. We’re in her room, she has a huge walk-in closet on one side and a toilet and bath on the other, it shouts luxurious, her headboard was made of nadeshiko pink colored materials and her bed looked like it came out of a five-star hotel with a linen satin and pillowcases that looked so soft and fluffy.

Chapter 36: Please, Master Baron It has fairly large surface fits of four poster beds, king size and without a canopy at the back. A black leather cross against the wall, where there is also a grid fixed on the ceiling. Let's not forget the punishment bench on the corner, which sits next to a chest of drawers that contains all sorts of accessories. “If you don't feel comfortable here yet, can we go back to the bedroom?” I whispered after a couple of minutes of silence, resting a comforting hand at the nape of his neck.

The chairs were beautiful but the two chairs at both ends were extremely high-classed. The chair Verin had grabbed was made of pure gold which had crystal diamondshapes on the tip of the headboard. The handles had emerald crystals scattered around it which glowed with the brightness. It was huge and prestigious The other chair was almost similar except that it didn't have crystals. It was only gold all through and the headboard had a carving of a leaf. He then asked her to stand beside him. She didn't move at first then reluctantly did as he asked, but stood behind instead.

A thick, white rug sprawled across the wooden floor, looking irresistibly soft. The bed stood against the far wall, queen-sized with a glossy white frame and delicate carvings on the headboard. The bedding matched perfectly with blues and whites, pillows stacked neatly as if someone had gone out of their way to make it magazine-worthy. A small nightstand sat beside the bed, topped with a lamp in pale blue florals that cast a gentle, homey glow.