Struggle For Power [✓]

Chapter 15

Justin's POV

The polite conversation among the crackling fire was a decent way to remain inside without leaning towards a social gathering or a party. The joyous laughter that would leave every few moments, the sublime dinner with an expensive bottle of wine to wash it down with. I don't think I have shared such a natural night with anybody until tonight.

Every woman I would be with in this sort of setting would be wearing either the sluttiest of dresses with the entire sephora perfected on their face or a business suit that was a size bigger than their actual body, just to hide every flaw they hated. The conversation would be either full of tease or the latest technological invention to improve methods of business. There was no real connection, no authenticity other than the pleasure of sexual desire of work.

This really wasn't the case with Selena.

She was make up free with the messiest bun that somehow fixated itself on her head, a white tank top and grey joggers that were slightly oversized but comfortable. Even I didn't make a high effort with a fresh black tank and similar grey joggers - very different to what my usual choices were when lounging around the house. Not like I had the time to do much usually.

Somehow, Selena and I ate every single thing we ordered, along with an entire bottle of white wine. We devoured every little crumb in sight despite our generous plan to save something for my father or Jazzy's return.

Selena clumsily walks in with another bottle of wine her grasp from the cellar as I found something we could watch together. Netflix looked like our only option as nothing was appealing on actual television.

"I hope red is fine, apparently no one in this family has good wine taste and hasn't resupplied the white." She grumbles to herself before parking herself back in her seat. Slowly, she began pulling on the fluffy blanket we were currently sharing together so it covered her legs fully.

"Red is fine," I confirm while she opens the bottle and begins to fill up our empty glasses. "What do you fancy watching? A lame horror, some lame chick flick or we could binge-watch a series?"

She looks at me with some vague expression of shock. "I am surprised you know that term. "

"What term?" I watch her hands for some reason, they were shakily pouring.

"Binge-watch" she smiles after taking a gulp of her drink contently.

"Why is that so surprising? I'm not that old or out of the loop to not know what it means, I'm down with the kids." That sounded lame.

Even I felt cringed by my words.

Luckily, the moment didn't remain as she just giggled to herself.

"I mean, Justin Bieber, an important businessman and CEO of a multi-million company has the time to binge-watch television shows and know the correct term of it. It just doesn't seem realistic." The glass hovers like she was contemplating taking another sip of it.

"Okay. So what realistic hobbies do important businessmen and CEO's of a multi-million company do then?" I was curious to at what she thought I would be like. Maybe it the drunken honesty that was pulling me towards why I wanted to know.

"Oh, I don't know." She looks around the room, almost like it was helping her gather her thoughts. "Pay taxes and complain about politics. Maybe play a few rounds of golf on a Sunday to get some fresh air."

I was never amazed by the typical businessmen lifestyle people would come out with. Certainly, there were many rich men who complained about every aspect of the political spectrum over a few long hours at the country club before indulging their brilliant minds in the finest scotch and cigars imported from the best places in the world. I wasn't like that. That egotistical lifestyle didn't serve a purpose in my eyes.