Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 317: A Partner, A Friend

It was like two waves, distinct and strong, crashing onto each other and mixing their liquids, becoming one, even though their separate bodies despised each other.

That was exactly what it was.

The energy exchange was immense. The surprising passion behind all of it. The fierceness that urged them to go on.

All of this happened the very moment Cheyenne's lips crashed against Darren's with a fierce intensity.

Her voluptuous body pressed into him like a storm unleashing its fury.

Darren didn't know what to think, and he barely had the time to. It all scooped him along like a ride he had no authority to accept or reject.

He just had to sit back and take it.

The game room seemed to have gotten dimmer, or maybe all the walls were compressing, squeezing into him in that tense moment.

The dim lights poured golden rays over the pool table, the green looked peaceful, but it was nothing like the uncontrollable heat building within him.

Building between them.

Her kiss was demanding, driven by her own ego. Perhaps she'd never made a move for the kiss to a man before, and if she was going to do it, she would go all in.

She wouldn't think twice of it. She would push into his lips as she was doing right now and she would sink her tongue into his mouth… just like she was doing right now.

The kiss lasted for a few more seconds. Darren didn't know when but his hands had moved, gripping her waist, and feeling the lace of her cover-up yield under his fingers.

Through the fabric thin, he could feel the warmth of her skin beneath, teasing him.

It was like a million hidden emotions surged in that very moment.

First, his frustration from the betrayal bubbling into raw need, a hidden desire for her body that he had long ignored and for Cheyenne, it was the same thing.

Her long-simmered desire for him, masked by her empire-building facade, finally breaking free.

For so long, she'd looked at him like he was a young piece of candy she wanted to lick. It made her uncomfortable, unsure of herself.

She was supposed to be the woman-boss. The only female CEO of an empire company. She never should have felt anything for a man, especially not one as young and reckless as Darren Steele.

But here she was, kissing him. He tasted like fire and metal. She couldn't explain it. Maybe it was because she hadn't been with a man for a while.

Still, there was just something about he felt in her mouth, his saliva mixing with hers. It felt strong, rough… masculine! Was that the word she was looking for?

Yes, it was.

He felt masculine, and she tasted it. There was something about those two energies colliding with each other. Masculine and feminine.

Something that Cheyenne had forgotten.

Tasting it now, remembering it, she didn't want to let go.

The feeling was almost similar for Darren.

Cheyenne tasted like citrus and power, her tongue exploring his mouth with a seductive edge that made his pulse thunder.

She was fiercer than Ileana and Penny, but there was still some vulnerability behind all of it. He could sense it. Doing this was a big deal for her.

Cheyenne pulled back just enough to gasp, her matured face flushed red, her eyes—silver and commanding—locking onto his with that egoistic glint.

She smiled, proud of herself. "Don't you go thinking that this is what the debt is. I'm not that cheap… or desperate."

Darren scoffed, nodding matter-of-factly, though his eyes never left hers. "So what is it that you want then?"

"A share… and a promise," she replied.

Darren lifted a brow. "A promise of what?"

"Clearly you have ambitions to join the Empire brand. To make your company one of the Empire companies." She shrugged with a single shoulder.

"I want a share of Richard Morrison's Empire privileges if we take him down. And I want a promise that you will always defend me against the other Empire CEOs no matter what."

Her silver eyes bore into him, vulnerable and piercing. "Even if I'm the wrong one."

Darren gazed at her, his brows creased as he studied her face, her expression. It was then that he realized the utmost thing about Cheyenne Lamb Bordeaux. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

No matter how hard she tried to hide it, it has become way too blaring to be ignored.

Out of everything, what Cheyenne wanted was a friend.

The Empire Companies consisted of the most powerful business men and CEOs in the States. She was the only woman, and for that, she had to be stricter, more aggressive, more fierce.

It might have been only in her head, but they were all against her. She believed it. She knew it.

She'd seen the looks they gave her at times, the snarls, and the hidden remarks.

She knew that Richard Morrison particularly wanted to take her out of the Empire for this very reason, and the only person she thought she could trust, Archibald Mooney, only saw her as an afterthought.

Cheyenne needed a companion, a partner, a friend. And if she could get Darren to claim Richard's position in the Empire, she would finally have one.

She would finally feel a tinge of security.

"That's what I want, Darren," she whispered, her voice articulate and laced with triumph, her breath hot against his lips.

"But those are two things now, aren't they?" Darren said. "I only owe you a single debt."

Cheyenne pouted thoughtfully, her eyes rolling upwards. "Oh, manners demand that you share the privileges with me if we take Richard down. I did help you do it."

Darren nodded. "Fair."

"So the real debt you must pay is your loyalty. When you become an Empire Company CEO, will you be by my side always?"

Darren thought of it for a while. "What about me?" he asked her. "Who gets to be on my side? Will I have your loyalty as much as you'd have mine?"

Cheyenne smiled, a small, pretty, prideful expression. "Why would I be disloyal to the only one loyal to me? Be my friend, Darren. And I'll be yours."

Her hands roamed his chest, nails dragging lightly over his skin, teasing the ridges of his abs as she pushed him back against the door.

Darren looked down at her, strands of her glistening dark hair falling over her face. "So what is this then?" he asked her.

Her smile stretched, brighter, livelier. "This is just to… sweeten the deal. And I can not lie, it's something I've always wanted to do."

Her voluptuous curves molding to him; the generous swell of her full breasts pressing firmly into his torso, her wide hips grinding subtly against his growing arousal.

"What makes you think I want to sweeten the deal?" he said with a straight face. "I'm not that cheap either."

Cheyenne smirked, still not faltering. "Fine then." She lifted her leg slightly, her knee caressing his growing member.

Then she whispered in his ear, "How much for a night with you, Mr. Steele?"