Sloane’s POV
“Sloane?” Xavier’s voice is quiet, but I hear the strain beneath it. A knock sounds from the other side of the closet.
Of course, a man like Xavier has enough clothes to dress an entire university.
Yeah, the guy has a massive walk-in closet that’s practically the size of my bedroom. It’s elegant, expensive, and entirely him. The few times I’ve been here, I’ve always assumed it was simply large, but standing in it now, I realize I’ve underestimated just how luxurious it is.
Dark walnut flooring gleams beneath the recessed lights, while wooden cabinetry lines the walls, filled with neatly arranged shelves, drawers, and hanging rails.
And seriously, who needs this many jackets? They hang in a neat row on one side, arranged by color, while trousers occupy the rails opposite t
