Steam still clung to Justin's skin as he stepped out of the bathroom, his hair slightly damp, the ends dripping onto his bathrobe. His god-tier physique was barely concealed by the plush fabric, muscles shifting effortlessly with every step. He ran a towel through his hair once more as he made his way into his walk-in closet, the space looking more like a private boutique than just a closet.
Rows of tailored suits, designer shirts, and luxury shoes lined the walls, each piece meticulously arranged.
Justin moved through the racks, barely sparing them a glance before his eyes landed on the fresh delivery placed inside his bedroom earlier—a sleek, black three-piece suit that screamed dominance.
He shrugged off the robe, not giving a damn about modesty, and slid into the crisp white dress shirt, the fabric hugging his toned torso.
