Page 86 of Sexted By a Stranger
"In that place filled with desire and money, I saw the pure you for the first time. For me, it's where fate began."
"I know that place means pain to you. I'm not trying to romanticize it. But it's the opening chapter of our story. I don't want it to continue bearing Connor's mark. It should be given new meaning."
"So what do you want to transform it into?" Sheila looked at me curiously.
"That depends on you, stellina." I cupped her face. "It's our place now. Its rebirth, its soul—that should be yours to give."
I held her hand. "Its new life is your decision."
Her eyes immediately lit up. She broke free from my grip, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed her warm lips to the corner of my mouth.
"Luca…" Her breath brushed my lips. "Then let's make it into something beautiful."
Her eyes sparkled. "I want to transform it into an arts center. The top floor would be a jewelry design studio, the middle floor a gallery—Leon's paintings could be exhibited there in the future, and the bottom floor a coffee shop, so ordinary people can experience the beauty of art too."
Sheila's face was full of anticipation. "We could host design exhibitions there, invite young artists to showcase their work. Maybe even establish scholarships to help talented kids who don't have opportunities…"
"Good," I murmured low, swallowing her unfinished words with my mouth. Her body became soft in my arms. I deepened the kiss, feeling her gradually quickening heartbeat pressed against my chest.
Silent desire filled the air.
We didn't separate until we were both breathless.
Sheila's cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy as we pressed our foreheads together. I lovingly traced her moist lips.
"From that night," I held her tighter, "I knew you would change everything about me."
"But most importantly," I whispered against her ear, satisfied to feel her subtle shiver, "I belong to you, Sheila. From body to soul, every inch belongs to you."
In this quiet harbor, we held each other, silently exchanging heartbeats for the future we would paint together.
Sheila rested in my arms, her finger unconsciously drawing circles on my shirt front, seemingly sketching blueprints for Celestial's rebirth.
"Luca…" she suddenly called my name softly.
"Yeah?"
Sheila adjusted to a more comfortable position in my embrace. "Have you thought of names for the baby?"
"I have." My hand gently caressed her belly. "If it's a daughter, Luna. You're my star, so our daughter would be the moon."
"That sounds beautiful. What if it's a boy?"
"Solé," I said. "My star, our moon, and our sun—a complete sky."
Sheila's eyes immediately welled with tears. She sniffled. "Such perfect names."
"Just like you." I kissed her forehead lightly. "They'll be the happiest children because they have the best mother in the world. And I'll use everything I have to protect you all."
The peaceful atmosphere was broken by knocking at the door.
"Sir, your painting has arrived." Butler Wilson's voice came from outside.
"Come in."
Wilson entered with two workers carrying a beautifully framed artwork—Leon's award-winning painting.
"Oh my God!" Sheila sat up excitedly. "Let me see it!"
