When u close the front door shut after you, the first thing u hear is faint sounds. u think nothing of it and walk into the keuken-, keuken to put the groceries away. For all u know, it could be Justin watching a movie of your puppy snoring. While humming Small Bump door Ed Sheeran to yourself, u put the last bit of today’s shopping away into the refrigerator. “Babe?” u call quietly as u take of your red flats. When u don’t get an answer, u peak into the living room only to find it empty. Your brows meet on your forehead as u make your way upstairs, still looking for your boyfriend. “Justin?” u call again while your eyes trace the empty bedroom. Where could he be? The silence is broken when u suddenly hear groans and small whimpers from the bathroom. u slowly follow the sound and spot Justin hunched over the toilet, vomiting. Immediately, u fall to your knees beside him and draw comforting circles on his back. When he is done, u help him back to the bed and tuck him into the covers.
“Justin, what’s wrong?” u ask worriedly, not liking the idea of your boyfriend being sick. u hated seeing him like that. Justin closes his eyes for a brief seconde before re-opening them. “I have a stomach ache. I think I ate something bad,” he explains weakly and u nod. “Do u want anything?” Justin shakes his head and buries himself into the warmth of the covers around him. “I don’t think I can keep it down. Lay with me, please?” Justin pouts and with that irresistible face - u can’t say no. Nodding, u silently pull off your black cardigan, vest and climb into bed beside him. He’s lying on his back, staring at the ceiling while you’re lying on your side as u look at him. He whimpers softly and once again his eyes fall shut. Feeling your hart-, hart swell at his condition, u scoot closer to him. u gently sneak your hand under the covers and verplaats it around until u find the hem of Justin’s t-shirt. A sigh slips out between his lips as u slowly begin to make soothing circles on his lower stomach. u smile as u look at him, happy that u could help. It doesn’t take long until Justin is sound asleep beside u but u still continue with your gentle massage.
“Justin, what’s wrong?” u ask worriedly, not liking the idea of your boyfriend being sick. u hated seeing him like that. Justin closes his eyes for a brief seconde before re-opening them. “I have a stomach ache. I think I ate something bad,” he explains weakly and u nod. “Do u want anything?” Justin shakes his head and buries himself into the warmth of the covers around him. “I don’t think I can keep it down. Lay with me, please?” Justin pouts and with that irresistible face - u can’t say no. Nodding, u silently pull off your black cardigan, vest and climb into bed beside him. He’s lying on his back, staring at the ceiling while you’re lying on your side as u look at him. He whimpers softly and once again his eyes fall shut. Feeling your hart-, hart swell at his condition, u scoot closer to him. u gently sneak your hand under the covers and verplaats it around until u find the hem of Justin’s t-shirt. A sigh slips out between his lips as u slowly begin to make soothing circles on his lower stomach. u smile as u look at him, happy that u could help. It doesn’t take long until Justin is sound asleep beside u but u still continue with your gentle massage.
The house boasts five bedrooms, a private movie theatre, a large culinary gourmet kitchen, massage room, bar area, gym and of course a huge living room surrounded door glass walls.
But Justin will have to wait a hot minuut though, as the property is currently occupied door Ashton Kutcher, who has been renting the mansion for $50,000 a maand since his break up with Demi Moore last year.
Justin is also planning to buy a house for his mother, Pattie Mallette worth a reported $8 million.
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