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Rebel Billionaire's True Love 18. The First Time
Aiken's suggestion to walk the grounds of the Lane Mansion came as breakfast was winding down. "It's a beautiful day. Might do you good to get some fresh air and sun," he said, looking between Penelope and me.I considered the idea, my mind weighing the pros and cons. "I'm not sure if I'm up for a bunch of walking, but how about taking the side-by-side?" I proposed, thinking of the all-terrain vehicle parked in the garage. Getting out without exerting myself too much would be a good compromise.Penelope raised an eyebrow, a hint of apprehension in her voice. "No, no, last time I was on that with you, you flipped it." The last time we rode it together, the experience had been more thrilling than safe, a memory that brought both a smile and a wince."I promise, no flips this time," I reassured her. "I'm not exactly in shape for daredevil stunts anyway."She still didn't look convinced.I couldn't help but chuckle at the memory despite the seriousness of her concern. "I promise I won't
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 19. More Than Anything
I noticed Fisher's car in the driveway as we drove the ATV back to the garage. He was sitting on the porch, and as we approached, his smile widened. It was unmistakably directed at Penelope, and a pang of jealousy shot through me. I couldn't mask it this time as well as I usually did.During the treatment session, Penelope and Fisher were engrossed in a conversation nearby. They were talking animatedly about some new show on Netflix. Fisher was enthusiastic, describing the plot in detail, and Penelope laughed at his comments."Yeah, the twist in the last episode was insane!" Fisher exclaimed."I know, right? I did not see that coming," Penelope replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement.Their easy banter irked me more than I cared to admit. I tried to focus on my breathing treatment, but their voices were a constant distraction.After Fisher finished unhooking the equipment from my treatment, he turned to me with a professional demeanor. "You're doing really well, Wyatt. Are you sta
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 20. Titles
Rooted to the top of the stairs, I sat there, my head buried in my hands, struggling with the turmoil inside me. I was a tempest of emotions, a blend of fear, frustration, and an unspoken longing that had been simmering beneath the surface for years. The weight of Penelope's words, her presence, and the unresolved tension between us felt like a palpable force, suffocating yet vital. After what felt like an eternity, I heard her footsteps approaching. Her fingers gently brushed through my hair, a soothing gesture that momentarily calmed the storm within me. She sat down beside me, our shoulders barely touching. The silence was heavy, broken only by the echo of my labored breathing against the walls. It was as if time had frozen, suspending us in a moment filled with unspoken questions and pent-up emotions. The frustration within me reached a boiling point, and I let out a low, growling sound, a primal expression of my internal struggle. Standing abruptly, I turned to Penelope and off
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 21. For Years
I left Penelope momentarily, moving to the bathroom to start filling the bath with warm water, infusing it with a hint of lavender for relaxation. When I returned, she was sitting on the bed, her eyes fixated on the ring adorning her finger. Her expression was one of deep thought, and I could tell she was beginning to overthink everything. I leaned down and kissed her nose gently. "Nope, you can't do that," I said playfully. "Only one of us in this relationship can be panicky, and that's my job." She echoed my words, a hint of wonder in her voice. "This relationship?" I grinned, feeling a surge of happiness at acknowledging what we had. "Okay, now let's get in the bath. I know I smell amazing right now." She burst into laughter. "Yeah, next time, start with the shower first, considering you were already covered in sweat before we started all that." I felt self-conscious at her words, even as she giggled. It was a momentary discomfort, but it lingered in the back of my mind. We he
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 22. Yes We Are
Aiken's voice at the door pulled me back to reality, his words a reminder of the situation's urgency. "The doctor will be here in about ten minutes. Should I ask him to come back here or...?" I glanced at Penelope, her face still pressed against the towel, blood seeping through its white fabric. "Can you make it to the living room?" I asked, my voice laced with concern. Her reply was laced with dry sarcasm, "Well, if I couldn't, maybe I should be going somewhere else... like a hospital." I winced at her words, my guilt deepening. "I just thought you wouldn't want to deal with all the 'Are you in an abusive relationship' questions," I said, trying to keep my tone light despite the heavy feeling in my chest. Penelope's response was sharp, "Hell, maybe I am." Her words hit me like a punch. "That's not funny," I shot back, the tension between us noticeable. There was a pause before she mumbled, "It's a little funny." I couldn't help but smile despite the situation. "That's my line.
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 23. Busted
As Penelope lay resting, I realized I needed to address the pressing issue of the money I had at the hospital. I glanced at her, noticing the faintest stir of movement, indicating she wasn't entirely asleep. Clearing my throat softly, I asked in a low, cautious voice, "Penny, do you remember the money I had with me at the hospital? Any idea where it might be now?" "It's in my bag, outside pocket," she had mumbled. Her bag. The same place where her phone was. The thought hit me like a wave. That phone contained the answers to the questions burning in my mind, the endless stream of messages between her and Fisher. Part of me recoiled at the idea of snooping through her personal conversations. Was I really that kind of person? Was I willing to breach her trust just to satisfy my own insecurities? But another, more insidious part of me whispered rationalizations. It would be quick, just a glance to put my mind at ease. Maybe I could squash this gnawing anxiety without ever having to con
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 24. Your Signature
The rhythmic pounding of my fists against the bag echoed through the gym, each strike a release of the conflicting emotions swirling within me. Between punches, I turned to Penelope, who lay curled up in the beanbag, her eyes fixed on me. "How long are we going to be here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice light as I continued to shadow box to keep my heart rate up. I hesitated, my hands pausing mid-air, as she responded, "Around six weeks." I felt a protest rising in my throat, but she anticipated it. "Morgan has already taken over everything at the company. He did the second you were put into a coma, as per protocol. He will be here in an hour or so, he needs you to sign a few things. So, no arguments, Wyatt. We're not going back to the city until you're completely healed." I turned back to the bag, absorbing her words. My fists resumed their dance against the leather, a physical manifestation of my internal battle. "I think I'm doing pretty good," I muttered, trying to convinc
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 25. An Outsider
After I dressed in pants and a shirt, I paused in front of the mirror in my room. My reflection revealed a body regaining its former definition, resulting from my recent return to physical training. My eyes were drawn to the scar on my torso, a stark reminder of the surgery I had undergone. It had started to fade to a lighter shade, less angry. Strangely, I appreciated it. It symbolized survival, a mark of what I had overcome. Paper in hand, I headed to my office, a technological sanctuary where my mind found peace amid chaos. I flicked on the switches as I entered, and the room flared to life. Monitors glowed into existence, and holographic displays hovered in the air. The screens displayed various data, from financial graphs to global market trends, each vying for my attention. With its advanced tech and real-time data feeds, this room was the nerve center of my empire. It allowed me to process and analyze the overwhelming amount of information needed to steer the company daily.
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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 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 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 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 31. It's About Time
As Penelope nestled into the comfort of the couch, her body relaxing into the soft fabric, I couldn't help but feel a wave of affection wash over me. She looked so peaceful and at ease, a stark distinction to my agitation. Leaning down, I gently kissed her forehead, whispering softly, "Hey, if you doze off here, just remember, when you wake up, this place might look like a sci-fi command center or a boxing ring. Don't freak out, okay?" She murmured a sleepy acknowledgment, a faint smile on her lips as she wrapped herself in the blanket, her head disappearing beneath it. I turned back to my array of screens, the task at hand clawing at my mind with relentless urgency. The footage, now paired with the transcripts from the lip-reader, promised revelations. Some I anticipated, others I dreaded. As I dove into the dialogue, the reality of what had transpired during my absence from the company began solidifying in a way that left me reeling. The project was initiated during Morgan's te
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 30. Without Any Fuss
The morning sunlight filtered through the windows as I woke up, already feeling a sense of anticipation for the day ahead. Penelope was already stirring, her movements slow and deliberate as she navigated the lingering discomfort from her injuries. I watched her for a moment, admiring her resilience. "Morning," I said, my voice still heavy with sleep. "Morning," she replied, offering a small but genuine smile. Despite the bruising on her face, a light in her eyes spoke volumes about her inner strength. As we got ready for work, I noticed her skillfully applying makeup to cover the bruises. The transformation was impressive. "You're pretty good at that," I commented, leaning against the doorway. She gave me a playful smile. "Years of practice," she said. "Now, let's see what I can do about yours." I raised an eyebrow, slightly amused. "Really?" She nodded, beckoning me over. I sat down, and she gently applied makeup to the lingering marks left over on my face. "I should have
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 29. This Dance
We headed to the pharmacy, a quiet air between us, filled with unspoken thoughts and a newfound understanding. I could feel Penelope's calming presence beside me, a comforting reminder of our conversation with Dr. StClaire. Inside the pharmacy, the mundane task of collecting my medication felt odd. I didn't usually handle these things on my own. I reached for the prescribed anxiety meds, feeling a twinge of resistance but knowing it was necessary. As I handed them to the pharmacist, I caught a glimpse of the condom aisle. On impulse, I walked over and grabbed a box. Penelope watched me, a playful glint in her eyes. "Just in case, huh?" she teased, a smile tugging at her lips. I shrugged, feeling a little bashful but firm in my decision. "Just in case you change your mind, you know, options," I replied, trying to sound casual but aware of the deeper implications of my choice. She chuckled softly, her eyes warm with affection. "Always thinking ahead, aren't you, Wyatt?" she said, he
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 28. Medication
The warm water of the shower cascaded over me as I lathered my hair, my thoughts drifting to how seamlessly Penelope and I were falling into this new phase of our relationship. It felt natural, as if we'd been doing it for years, and that realization made me smile. Through the clear glass of the shower, I watched Penelope settle into the bath, her presence a comforting constant in the ever-changing landscape of my life. I took my time in the shower, moving methodically as I shaved my chest, stomach, and pubic area. The razor glided smoothly over my skin, its repetition almost therapeutic. I was acutely aware of Penelope's gaze on me, her eyes following each movement with an unnerving and exhilarating intensity. Every now and then, I caught her eyes through the steamy glass, her expression one of quiet observation. The moment's intimacy was not lost on me. Here I was, performing a routine yet personal task under her watchful eyes. It was an exposure I had never allowed anyone else
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 27. I Never Knew
As I quietly slipped out of Penny's embrace, the neon numbers of the clock reading 4:15 am glowed in the darkness. I paused, savoring the peaceful sight of her sleeping. Resisting the urge to shower — an action becoming more of a compulsion than a necessity — I headed towards my office instead. I knew there, amidst my technological sanctuary, I could delve into work without disturbing her slumber. The office in our city penthouse starkly contrasted the one at the estate. Here, the technology was cutting-edge, a testament to my relentless pursuit of perfection and control. As I entered, the room came to life, the overhead holographic projector and rows of screens lighting up, enveloping me in a sea of data and virtual imagery. This was my realm, where I could drown in the endless information streams and momentarily escape the complexities of emotions and relationships. Each screen told a different story, and each data point was a piece of the puzzle I was trying to solve. The latest,
