Struggle For Power [✓]

Chapter 16

SELENA POV

I woke up tangled in a single blanket and the arms of a man who wasn't my fiance.

Once we gathered our strength after the first round, Justin and I managed another to get to at least round 3 until we were facing K.O. The last two times weren't as passionate compared to the first time or as thriving, however, the slow, sensual feeling made up for it. I felt amazing each time, his touch, the sex, everything.

We must have fell asleep straight away as I woke up on his chest, his arms securely around me to keep me falling off the sofa. I could hear the morning birds, chirping away their songs outside as I slowly let my eyes take in the bright scene ahead. The living room was a state, empty wine bottles surfaced, clothes were everywhere and the smell from last nights activities was living in the air.

I slept with my fiance's son.

Who the fuck does that?

The worst part was, I didn't feel significant amounts of guilt piling on my shoulders. There were underlying emotions of disgust. I felt disgusted in myself for being unfaithful when I know better, but being with Justin felt so right. It was undesirable emotions and feelings that combined to make me feel like this was meant to be. I couldn't deny the feelings that my heart was feeling, especially when my head had matching thoughts.

Maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe I needed to question myself as to why I am with Michael in the first place because right now, Justin has made me feel more alive in one night than Michael has our entire relationship. I was playing on dangerous grounds, I know but the severe confliction of everything was never going to be easy.

My body yelped up as soon as I realised I was still naked in his strong arms in the living room for anybody to walk in and see.

"Shit" I quickly pull all the blanket off Justin and wrap it cautiously around my body as I search for my phone in the pockets of my clothes. I didn't know whether Michael had returned home or if he's seen us at all. My forceful pull must have jerked Justin's body and awoke him because once I looked back to him to make sure this wasn't a dream, his hazel eyes were piercing into me.

"Oh, thanks," He says sarcastically, pointing to his morning erection which was in direct sight.

What a picture.

"I'm sorry, here you go." I held back the laughter to a simple smile as I hand over his bottoms so he could get himself looking more decent. He pulled the bottoms closer to himself as he sorted the creased material out.

I tried to admire him. His sexed-up hair was definitely a favourite look on him, the way it didn't look fresh was appealing to me and every single piece was out of it's usually pushed back position. The way his natural hair looked from the lack of product was just a sight to remember. The messy look did look too attractive on him. I was beginning to wonder whether he could make anything look presentable or half-decent. He was carved and created by Gods, it wasn't even up for debate.

I decided to get back to my task and all I could hear him fidgeting behind me as I looked under every fallen pillow to each shelf I went near to find my mobile. I sighed angrily when my frustration took over when I couldn't find the thing anywhere.

"You okay babe?" His low, hoarse voice from just being woke up, I had to admit was sexy.

There was something about him calling me babe that sucked me into his charm even more than it should. Just from one night of passion, I was entirely consumed by him all in all aspects. The way he looks, the way he talks, the way he looked at me with his gorgeous eyes and kicks his lips, despite my sex hair and natural face.