Struggle For Power [✓]

Chapter 32

SELENA's POV

1 MONTH LATER

I leaned against the door frame as I watched Justin contently as he lifted one of the last remaining heavy boxes into our brand new home. Justin was breaking a severe sweat, however, he managed to make it look extremely sexy. Or maybe it was the fact he was shirtless, his abs looked insanely sculpted today and only wearing grey baggy joggers.

After sleeping in numerous hotels over a month period, staying at Demi's for the last few days and searching every hour of every day for a place that matched our combined high standards, we finally found an actual house on the outskirts of the city, somewhere close so we weren't too far from everyone we loved yet not too close that we walked into particular people on accident.

Apartments were alright, but I guess having our own personal swimming pool rather than a shared one was an easy mind-switched as well as an open garden. I already knew I would be digging in there without a moment to lose once we were settled in. It was also fully renovated and it was a quick move-in process. The most important thing to us was it also allowed Jazzy to stay with us whenever she wanted and actually have things to do.

But it came with its own personal worries. Justin and I have been getting to know each other very well - personally and sexually - but there was still so many grounds we haven't touched.

We haven't even discussed an official title yet. Were we a couple? Friends with benefits? We were anxious about moving into a house together because it was a severely huge commitment, a huge step for any couple.

But we came to an agreement it made sense with the situation. Justin and I didn't have jobs or any stable income now Justin quit his job and I refused to go back and now we would be cutting into our bank savings until further notice. We weren't struggling in a sense, especially with the money from my father and Justin millions of dollars from the company. It was a precaution. We calculated how we could afford everything in the long run from the home to our luxurious and daily essentials.

Overall, I had a good feeling about this.

But right now, I wasn't focused on that, or at least I was trying to fixate on anything but that. The birds were chirping their songs in all direction that created a peaceful aura, the weather was blazing its heat with the complimentary gush of wind to soothe it out, the wind chimes that were hung when we arrived danced with it. Not to mention, the walking sex god who was walking in my direction as I stared at him like a love-sick teen.

"You know, you could help me with the last few boxes instead of just standing there?" Justin's breathless voice erupts beside me. He plants the box with the word cutlery on the porch beside me, followed by wiping the hard-working sweat from his forehead with his wrist.

I was wearing baggy grey joggers and a black sports bra, nearly matching Justin's look and somehow he made move-in day worth it with his body, his strength, his everything. I made it look like a mess with my messy bun and lack of makeup.

"And ruin my perfect sight? I don't think so, buddy." I bit my lip discreetly as I giggled at him. As my eyebrow raises, he instantly knew what I was inferring. His muscular physique was meters away and already had me drawn in and ready to claim it as my own.

"Okay, but if you think about it, the quicker you help me now, quicker we can get settled and go to bed." He pouted, his intentions laced with sexual desire.