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31. It's About Time
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Rebel Billionaire's True Love 32. Effective Immediately
The restless energy pulsating through me demanded an outlet to channel the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings racing in my mind. Despite the calming effect of the medication and Penelope's presence, there was a part of me that still craved the physical release. The adrenaline rush that came with the intense physicality of boxing.Quietly, I grabbed a pair of jeans from the desk and slipped into them. I opted to go barefoot, hoping to minimize any noise that might disturb Penelope's much-needed rest. As I cued up a boxing scenario, the familiar thrill of anticipation tingled through me.The room transformed, the holographic boxers materializing around me. I felt a surge of energy, a sense of liberation as I moved with a fluidity and agility that had been absent for too long. Each maneuver, each dodge, and each virtual punch was a step closer to feeling whole again. My body responded instinctively, reveling in the freedom and power of each movement.Then, mid-motion, I stumbled and ne
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 33. Borrowed Time
After the whirlwind meeting, we returned to our main office, a space distinctly different from the technological wonderland of the tech room. The room was quieter, and more traditional, where we had spent countless hours planning and strategizing. Today, though, we were there to collect a few essentials needed for the big meeting tomorrow.As we packed, Penelope, with a hint of playfulness, asked, "How are we going to fit my desk in here?" I paused, considering her words. "How about we make the room bigger?" I suggested. The idea of redesigning our workspace to accommodate both of us was exciting. It symbolized not just our personal union but also our professional partnership.While downloading the necessary files to take home, an idea struck me. "Do you want to go to the fight club tonight?" I asked tentatively, watching her reaction closely.Her immediate response was a mix of surprise and concern. "You're not thinking of fighting, are you? That's not a good idea right now."I quick
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 34. Primal Satisfaction
The cool water of the shower cascaded over us, washing away the grime and sweat from the fight club.Standing there with Penelope, I felt a rare moment of peace in the constant frenzy that seemed to define my life. As we bathed, I couldn't help but feel the paradox of our situation. Here we were, fresh from the raw and brutal world of underground fighting, now standing in the luxury of my penthouse shower. The contrast wasn't lost on me."I'm thinking of doing something big," I said, watching as Penelope's fingers traced the contours of the muscles on my lower stomach, a playful yet distracting gesture.She giggled and continued teasing, but I gently caught her hand, smiling. "No, I'm serious.""Okay, okay," she gave up, her eyes meeting mine. "What is it?"I took a deep breath, the shower steam mingling with my thoughts. "I'm considering debuting the holographic overhead system at the party," I began, gauging her reaction. "I want to showcase a few different applications, including
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 35. Thriving
The playfulness between us was effortless and light as we dressed after our shared shower. I reached for a pair of black slacks, and Penelope pouted. "Back to all business today?" she teased, her eyes twinkling with humor. I chuckled, fastening my belt. "Maybe I should start a casual Friday policy at the office," I suggested, the idea amusing me. She laughed, a sound that never failed to warm my heart. "It won't have the same effect if everyone's in jeans, you know. There's something about the CEO strutting around in casual wear that's uniquely... rebellious." I grinned, considering her words. "Maybe I'll just make it my personal dress code then." As we continued to get ready, I glanced at her, a sudden impulse striking me. "Hey, want to take the bike to work?" I asked, half-serious. She gave me a look that was a mix of disbelief and amusement. "Are you trying to give everyone at the office a heart attack?" I laughed, the sound echoing in the room. "Okay, okay, point taken," I
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 1. Lavish Loneliness
As I leaned against my penthouse suite's cool, expansive glass-walled window, the city stretched out below like a canvas of flickering lights. The suite was a masterpiece of modern luxury. High ceilings, walls adorned with abstract art, and sleek furniture that spoke of wealth and taste. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, a constant reminder of the heights I'd reached. Turning back to the soirée, I watched the city's elite mingle. The room was a symphony of opulent décor and designer attire, the air fragrant with expensive colognes and perfumes. My clothing, a tailor-made black suit, felt like a second skin, its fabric smooth and perfect in its cut. I had chosen it for its understated elegance, reflecting my personal style. "Another successful evening, Mr. Lane," Roger, my trusted friend and business partner, remarked, joining me in surveying the room. Smiling, I replied, "Seems so, doesn't it?" My voice was tinged with a hidden weariness that these
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 2. The Weight of Wealth
The boardroom of Lane Enterprises was a theatre of power, every seat filled with a titan of one industry or another. As I stood before them, the chandeliers above bathed the room in a soft, golden light, creating an aura of anticipation. Rows of executives and investors, the puppeteers of fortunes, awaited my presentation. Yet, as I looked at them, I couldn't help but feel totally detached from the moment. My fingers, one adorned with the Lane family crest ring, fidgeted with my cufflinks as my gaze was repeatedly drawn to the window. To the city life sprawling beneath us. The quarterly review, a testament to my company's success, seemed like a distant echo, failing to hold my attention. Whispers filled the room, their speculative undertones weaving a narrative of concern. "Is he alright?" "What's gotten into Wyatt today?" The crown prince of this empire appeared lost in thought, distant. The presentation, a dance of figures and projections, seemed alien to me. My mind was caug
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 3. Silent Struggles and Solutions
In the vast expanse of my penthouse, surrounded by exquisite art and opulent furnishings, I found myself lost in a hollow echo of solitude. Each tick of the ornate clock was a stark reminder of time slipping away, widening the gap between my deepest desires and the stark reality of my life. Here I was, enveloped in luxury, yet emotionally barren. At the core of this internal storm was an inescapable truth. I was hopelessly, desperately in love with Penelope, and too much of a coward to do anything about it. A restless darkness had begun to take hold of me, growing stronger each moment. It started as a whisper, an urge for something more, something thrilling. At this point, I should have expected this feeling to take hold. After the stressful day I had, I'm surprised Penny was able to hold my attention after the ball as long as she did. By day, I played the part of the impeccable CEO, navigating the corporate battlefield with a calculated demeanor. But as night fell, the mask o
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 4. Not Again
At 4:30 am, the penthouse was a world of muted opulence, shadowed and still, a stark contrast to the adrenaline still pulsing through my veins. Penelope's gaze fixed on my battered face, her eyes widening in horror and then narrowing in anger. "What the hell, Wyatt?" she exclaimed, her voice sharp with fury. "Not again!" I couldn't help but grin, the adrenaline from the fight still coursing through me. "You should see the other guy, Penny." Her anger only intensified at my nonchalant response. "This isn't a joke! Do you have any idea how you look right now?" Her hands were on her hips, her stance rigid with frustration. Ignoring her anger, I tried to deflect with humor. "I think 'ruggedly handsome' would be the term you're looking for." "That's it. I'm done playing around, Wyatt," she snapped, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the bathroom. She pushed me down onto the closed toilet seat and rummaged through the cabinet, retrieving a bottle of alcohol. "This is going to hurt,
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