Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 301: Attention Competition

It wasn’t like Cheyenne to be jealous. Or perhaps it was, the mysteries of the CEO of The Bordeaux Corporation had not been fully revealed.

Nevertheless, she found Olivia’s intrusion very annoying, or even insulting to the respect and control she ordered from fellow business people and allies.

But there was nothing she could do.

This wasn’t a business meeting, or a board panel where she could command Olivia to back up and she would simply obey.

Cheyenne was just realizing that. She had no actual advantage compared to these other women. The product she wanted — Darren Steele — wouldn’t be claimed by the highest bidder.

It would be claimed by the business woman he preferred the most.

Cheyenne’s lips tightened with this realization.

This caused the tension by the poolside to become delicate, like a thrilling thing.

Darren pretended not to feel it, but it was impossible not to. He was very amused by it, entertained somewhere in the back of his scheming mind.

As much as his ultimate aim was to unite the women into one goal: pleasing him, that didn’t mean this wasn’t going to be a completion of sorts.

And the silent current running beneath the placid surface of the azure water was proof.

Olivia, resting her elbows on the pool’s edge, looked up at Darren with a challenge in her eyes that had nothing to do with business.

"It’s a decent pool, Darren," she said, her voice a low, playful murmur meant only for him.

A droplet of water traced a path from her temple down her cheek, then down her neck, and into her glistening cleavage, hidden beneath the pool’s edge.

"Though I’d have expected something a bit more... audacious from you. A waterslide from the roof, perhaps? Sharks with laser beams?"

Darren leaned down, his voice dropping to match hers, a smirk playing on his lips. "The sharks are in the boardroom, Olivia. This is for relaxation. But if you’re craving audacity..."

He let the sentence hang, his eyes flicking over her face. "I’m sure I can arrange something."

"Oh can you now?"

Darren smirked. "Of course. I finally see you now as the quiet girl with a hidden desire for chaos and fear. So I think I came prepared."

Olivia’s face broke into a dreamy smile. "Okay, I’m officially curious."

From her sun lounger, Cheyenne let out a soft, derisive sound that was barely more than an exhale.

She didn’t open her eyes, but the elegant arch of her foot subtly flexed, a tiny tell of her irritation. The casual, easy flirting was a language she despised; it lacked the refined nuance of power plays and debt negotiations.

That was just another way to say she hated this. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

She wasn’t great at flirting. And it seemed more and more that she was at the disadvantage here, even more than ever.

Olivia’s smile was victorious. With a final, lingering look at Darren, she pushed off from the wall.

"Don’t strain yourself," she called back, and then she was gone, cutting through the water with a grace that was almost otherworldly.

Her strokes were long and powerful. Her hair swam along her, like beautiful green vines in a blue lake.

Darren had never expected her to be such a good swimmer. She moved like a dancer, her emerald bikini a flash of color beneath the crystal surface, her body a sinuous, attractive form that commanded attention.

And she was very well aware of her audience of one.

In the water, her slim waist shaped a perfect hourglass, with the full, rounded swell of her breasts and the bold, curved sweep of her hips and tight buttocks drawing every eye.

She cut through the pool, her toned legs and slender arms split the surface, as sunlight hit her wet skin and showed off every hot, sexy contour of her killer figure against the clear water.

Darren watched, utterly captivated. He felt a primal pull, a deep appreciation for the power and beauty on display. He was, for a moment, perfectly content to just observe.

The performance, however, was too much for Cheyenne to bear. The unspoken competition had been declared.

With a sigh of exaggerated boredom, as if she were merely humoring the whole affair, she rose from her lounger.

Cheyenne couldn’t allow herself to be defeated by a girl who only walked into the business world a year ago. Her pride was bigger than that.

Maybe she wasn’t great at flirting, but she couldn’t allow this girl to show off in front of Darren.

Not even noticing how obvious her jealousy and insecurity was, the CEO walked to the pool’s edge with a model’s gait.

"What are you doing?" Darren asked her.

She looked back at him. "Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Duckling. I merely want to cool off in the water."

Darren smirked, not believing her at all. "If you say so."

She furrowed her brows at him, then executed a perfect, clean dive into the deep end, barely making a splash.

She pulled out the water, her hair completely soaked. Then she dived back in and began to swim.

Cheyenne was more precise in her style of swimming. She was a thicker woman, with bigger breasts, bigger hips and a much bigger ass, but it didn’t hold her back in the pool.

Her crawl was efficient and strong, each stroke propelling her through the water with undeniable authority.

She didn’t look at Darren or Olivia, even though she was clearly playing to the crowd.

She swam laps with a focused intensity, as if trying to conquer the pool itself.

Her white bikini strained against the lush weight of her full breasts, their ample swell commanding the water’s ripple. Her narrow waist flared into wide, sculpted hips and a plump, defiant ass that held Darren’s attention with every stroke.

After several lengths, she emerged at the shallow end, breathing steadily. She swept her hair back, water cascading in rivulets down her neck, over the stark white bikini that clung to her every curve.

She found the steps and ascended, not even glancing Darren’s way as she retrieved a towel and draped herself back on the lounger, closing her eyes as the sun kissed her glistening skin.

Darren felt like he was in a waking dream. The sight of these two magnificent women, so different yet equally compelling, vying for his attention in their own ways was intoxicating. It was everything the system had promised and more.

The scene was interrupted by a softer, gentler energy. Ileana and Penelope appeared from the path leading to the guest villas, arm-in-arm.

They had indeed, as Darren observed, formed a quick, nervous alliance. Since they were the two youngest women amongst a den of lionesses, it was surprising that they ended up sticking together.

Ileana wore a modest but pretty sky-blue two-piece with a ruffled skirt, her pale skin flushed with self-consciousness.

Penelope was in a vintage-style, high-waisted red polka-dot bikini that suited her sweet demeanor perfectly, though she clutched a sarong around her hips like a shield.

She looked at Darren who gazed at her like a man in love.

"Hey."

"Hey." Darren smiled.

They stood there for a while, staring at each other before he spoke up.

"Don’t just stand there looking terrified. The water’s the main event."

Encouraged, and slightly emboldened by each other’s presence, they found their way to the steps at the shallow end.

Ileana dipped a toe in, squealing at the temperature, making Penelope laugh— a genuine, light sound that caught Darren’s ear.

He watched them, feeling a different kind of pull, one of protective affection, as they gradually eased into the water, beginning a quiet conversation of their own.

In time, the rest of the women joined the cast.

Miranda and Daisy arrived next, in sensible but stylish black and navy tankinis. They chose loungers, dipping their legs into the water while immediately starting a discussion about the resort’s branding potential.

Sandy appeared in a pink bikini. Her body was almost as voluptuous as Cheyenne’s, and she was a bit more conservative with what she had to show.

Tamara wore a white and red cherry bikini, one that looked like something she would own as a favorite.

Rachel wore a stylish gold bikini that matched her tanned skin, the skimpy fabric barely containing her full, heavy breasts as she strutted to the pool.

Her long, dark hair fell over one side, covering half her face and grazing her collarbone. The bikini’s thin straps hugged her wide hips and tight ass, every curve popping with raw heat.

Some of the women glanced at her as she approached, but rather than entering the pool, she stopped at the edge.

"I see you’re having fun," she said to Darren.

He looked up at her, staring at her body. "It’s even more fun now that you’re here."

Rachel smiled. She lowered herself and sat beside him on a lounger, crossing her legs.

"Aren’t you going to take a swim?" Darren asked her.

"Not yet," she replied, then smiled. "Pervert."

Darren chuckled.

The pool area was now alive with energy, conversation, and the gentle splashing of water. Staff weaved through them, offering refreshments.

"Out of the way!"

Everyone spun their heads as Kara exploded onto the scene.

She wore an electric pink string bikini covered in cartoon circuit boards, a ridiculous and utterly fitting choice.

And she was running.

Everyone watched as she leaped off the patio, cannonballed into the deepest part of the pool, and landed with a gigantic, glorious SPLASH that sent a wave of water cascading over the edges, soaking the feet of Miranda and Daisy and drawing a startled yelp from Ileana.

She surfaced, sputtering and laughing, her red hair plastered to her face. "Let’s get this party STARTED!" she yelled, punching playfully into the air.