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And under the dome are two single beds. “I … wh—” I’m so wrong-footed I can barely get out a word. “Beds.” I turn to Ben and point. “The beds.” “Yes, these are the beds, madame.” Nico gestures at the singles with a proud beam. “This is the bedroom.” “I know those are beds!” I’m gulping for air. “But why are they singles?” “On the website, it shows a super-king bed,” Ben takes over. “I saw a picture of it. Where’s that gone?”

Chapter 245: Which One Are You? Savannah There really wasn’t a proper word for the bedroom. I searched for one as I stood just inside the doorway, my hand still resting on the door handle, my body frozen like I might be intruding on something sacred—or cursed. Grand didn’t quite cover it. Luxurious felt cheap in comparison. Extravagant didn’t capture the weight of it. Majestic came closest.

“No, I love it. I really do. It’s just that...” she trailed off, barely whispering. Alexander raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for her to continue. “I-it’s just... isn’t it kind of awkward? Me sleeping here?” she mumbled, scratching her head and looking away. “Why, Nicole? Would you rather sleep in my room instead?” he teased, that wicked smirk back on his face. Her head snapped up, meeting his mischievous gaze. She rolled her eyes again. “No, it’s just embarrassing to stay here, and I didn’t expect you to let me sleep in a room like this. Shouldn’t I be in the maid’s quarters?”

In the middle was a big elevated bed dressed in white sheets and duvets with beautiful plump pillows at the edge. Next to the two sides of the bed were short bedside drawers with lamps on top of them. There was a tall wardrobe at the side of the room and on the other side was a door leading to the bathroom. Sarah laid on the bed moving her hands and legs feeling the materials of the bed dressings. "They are so soft." She sighed, "Very soft." "Yes, they are." Red joined her on the bed. The dou laid there silently for sometime. "How did you say you got the apartment again?" Sarah suddenly asked Red.

A small leather bench sat stationed near the end of the bed completing the look. Returning my focus back towards the center of the room, I slowly move to search the rest of the room as a whole. My eyes noticing how each side of it was divided into some kind of BDSM section. The left side dedicated to a wall full of glass cabinets which seemed to house silk lined drawers. Each drawer filled with items such as vibrators. Vibrators of multiple sizes and shapes.

He said and I blinked rapidly. " Our bedroom." I stuttered and stood staring at him frozen at a spot. Having a good sleep in' our' bedroom. Does it mean we will have sex, and he will have me whenever he wants ? I glanced around to the magnificent bedroom and the swinging chandeliers and then at the king-sized bed where we would sleep together from now onwards. He walked to the bedroom and came out. "I have prepared a hot shower for you. Don't be scared. You are safe."

I grabbed one pillow from my closet, put on a pillowcase around it and walked back inside the bedroom only to find Benedict folding perfectly well his dress shirt. He. Was. Topless. He looks at me and said, "Don't worry about the belt. I just took it off, I'm not planning on taking my jeans." I wasn't worried about the belt, Benedict. I am mesmerized about your body. I watch him as he takes his shoes off leaving his black socks on. "Should I take the right side of the bed or the left?" He asked. "Left." I answer. He nods. "I don't sleep well when I'm on the left side of the bed." I tell him as I walked to the bed and placed the pillow down.

She said and was gone. The visitors court was a royal bedroom exuding opulence, draped in rich fabrics and adorned with intricate tapestries that tell tales of valor. A grand four-poster bed, its mahogany frame intricately carved, dominated the space. Luxurious velvet curtains, deep crimson in hue, cascaded elegantly around the bed, offering privacy and a sense of regal seclusion.

Sid followed me and muttered enough for me to listen, "maybe I just got luck with your tragedies" We reached the car. It was a black porche. I took the seat while Sid started driving. We reached his house. He showed me my room and the moment I walked on the luxurious tiles reaching the soft bed, I jumped on it without caring about my clothes. The owner of the bed might be highly offended but I wanted to sleep desperately. "dont you want to freshen up?", Sid asked. "I'll be up by eleven AM", I said. "that's..... early",Sid said and turned around closing the door behind me.