Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

In the morning, the sunlight in Los Angeles was nice – brilliant sunshine, blue skies and sea, beaches, and tall palm trees almost made Link believe he was back at Miami Beach.

However, there were some clear differences in the geographical environment and climate between Los Angeles and Miami.

Miami has a tropical rainforest climate with high annual rainfall and humidity.

Los Angeles has a Mediterranean climate, with mild and moist winters, dry and hot summers, less annual rainfall, and pretty consistent temperatures around 20°C year-round.

The air in Los Angeles is cooler and drier than in Miami, with many sunny days throughout the year and little weather variation, which is one of the reasons why so many film companies have set up studios here.

The population of Los Angeles city exceeds 4 million, more than double that of Miami; its urban area is also busier and more bustling, with every view filled with buildings and streetscapes featured in Hollywood movies.

That morning, Link, dressed in red Converse sportswear, ran more than twenty kilometers along Santa Monica Palm Avenue, and later, he spent two hours at the Westside Boxing Club.

Incidentally, he gave some boxing training tips to Christian Bale, one of the leading actors in "Fighter".

Pre-production work for "Fighter" had concluded, with shooting scheduled to begin next month. In his spare time, besides promoting his album and recording shows, Link also attended classes at the Los Angeles School of Performing Arts to learn more about acting.

After 2 PM, he drove back to his villa in the western part of Santa Monica Beach.

The villa was rented temporarily – a detached house with average furnishings but surrounded by nice views. Every day he could see the sunny beaches, and it was close to the city center and Hollywood.

When he lived alone, he used this place just for sleeping, often busy until late before returning home. Now that Taylor was here, he would head straight home after finishing his work.

The two had agreed to reduce their work outside as much as possible to spend more time together.

Taylor had been doing well recently, with her daily workload considerably reduced and her European concert tour announced as postponed. She spent even more time at home than him each day.

But he knew this was temporary. Taylor was still a workaholic who loved her music career above all else. She would become busy again after a while. Therefore, Link would make the most of Taylor being at home by spending as much time there as he could.

Back at the villa, the housekeeper was busy in the kitchen and the gardener was trimming the lawn in the front yard. His assistant Anna told him that his performance outfit was ready and that they would leave for the image design studio at 3:20 PM for a haircut and makeup, before heading to Beverly for the Grammy Award ceremony at 4:30 PM.

Link acknowledged.

When he reached the second floor of the villa and called out for Taylor, he received no response.

He heard two meows and saw two Scottish Fold cats lying in the hallway – a silver tabby kitten named Meridian was pawing at a fluffy ball, batting it back and forth, and a small white cat named Olly was lying lazily on the carpet, letting the sun warm her petite body, both beloved pets of Taylor.

Before, Link joked to Taylor that her music career ranked first in her heart and he came second. But after the two cats arrived, he realized he had overestimated his position.

Taylor was obviously more affectionate towards the cats than him; he probably ranked below the two little cats.

Meow!

Meridian greeted him with a meow as he approached and continued to play with the fluffy ball.

Olly gave him a lazy glance and closed her eyes again to nap, appearing rather aloof.

Link crouched down and scratched Olly's belly. She modestly swatted his finger with her paw as if telling him not to be fresh, but eventually, she succumbed and closed her eyes to enjoy, purring contentedly.

Meridian glanced at him and batted the fluffy ball towards him, meowing once.

Link flicked the ball back with his finger, and Meridian batted it back again. When the little creature batted it towards him for the third time, Link flicked its head and thought to himself that as a world boxing champion and a popular singer, he didn't have time to play ball with it.

After petting the two little ones, he pushed open the door and went inside.

There were a guitar and a violin on the couch, and dozens of scattered sheets of paper. Taylor was lying on a wool carpet, wearing glasses, her messy golden hair cascading down, holding a pen and writing on the paper while humming a tune.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Link didn't disturb her; he gently closed the door, picked up a few sheets of paper, and sat on the couch to read them.

The first one was a song called "Better Than Revenge", about a boyfriend who cheated with an actress. She was heartbroken and wanted revenge, but in the end, chose to forgive him and lick her wounds alone.

The resentment was palpable.

Another sheet of paper had an unnamed song, which only had lyrics like, "You're a faithless man who tells tall tales, watch how I light this match, and burn down the time I've wasted," showing even greater bitterness.

Link watched with sweat beading on his forehead, the inner drama of this artistic young woman was far too rich; they had agreed not to bring up the past again, to treat that break-up as a minor incident in the journey of their relationship.

Now she had written it all into a song, and it sounded so aggrieved.

What did she mean by that?

"Ah! No looking! You're not allowed to look!"

Just as he was about to look at the third page, Taylor suddenly leaped up, stumbled over, and pounced on him, snatching the manuscript from his hands and hiding it behind her.

"Link, don't get the wrong idea, this is about creation, not writing a diary, some parts are exaggerated, can you understand that?"

Taylor asked, staring at him nervously.

"I get it, I won't overthink it."

"Really? You promise?"

"I promise. I'm a creator myself, I understand what you mean, you're expanding on a bit of truth with your imagination, just like a script adapted from a news event, right?"

Link spoke while straightening her hair.

Taylor nodded repeatedly, her blue eyes blinking.

"Get up, we have to go to the Grammy Awards soon, we should start getting ready early."

Link said, helping her to her feet.

"You really don't mind?"

Taylor asked, studying his expression closely.

Link gave a slight smile, stopped in his tracks and said, "If I did mind, would you stop creating these songs?"

Taylor's fine eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her lips pursed together.

"So, create boldly, stick to what you love doing, don't let me affect your creative flow, and don't set limits on your thoughts. Creation should be free. I won't become your shackles, and besides, I'm not that petty, nor will I be angry with you over this."

Link said, tousling her hair.

Taylor looked at him, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and pressed her cheek against his, her breathing slowly becoming rapid and feverish.

"I want to do it now."

"What?"

"I want to ML!"

Taylor said, kissing his face.

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"But we have to go to the Grammy Awards soon, there's only two hours left."

"Forget about it, I only want to ML now."

Taylor said passionately, biting his lower lip.

Link bent his head to kiss her, embraced her waist and hips, lifted the bothersome hem of her dress, and sat down on the balcony.

Meow meow meow!

Cat-calls came traveling through the hallway.

Assistant Anna was coming up the stairs, ready to remind the two it was time to leave, but upon hearing the feline sounds, she crouched down to pet them, only to realize that it wasn't a cat meowing, but noises from the room next door.

The sound was similar to a cat's cry but with bittersweet nuances, more like the sound of orchestral music—loud then soft, heavy then light.

Even she, a married woman, blushed and felt her ears heat up.