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After our meal, we strolled towards the shore. It was lined with a tiny strip of black sand and lined with blue and white umbrellas as we watched the sun setting before us.

“Thank you for making this all magical for me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy since my family left me,” Stella murmured, eyes appreciative to the beauty that surrounded us.

What caught me, though, was her heavenly face. It looked content, in love and happy simply being with me. I watched the sunset happen before her eyes. She was glowing happiness as she gazed ahead, elated.

Spending all this time with her, realizing that she was the one, truly was life changing for me. My priorities were shifting and I would do anything to keep her with me. She hadn’t demanded anything, like I had, but she ought to know…

“I love you.”

She blinked once before she turned to me, smiling. “Are you sure?”

That smile—her—everything about her simply took my breath away. “I have loved you, but my fears have overruled everything. Forgive me for being such an unmitigated coward, but I’m telling you now, my heart lives for you, Stella.” I meant each word. Each were spoken with a promise. “Thank you for loving me, for bringing light into my life, for resurrecting my broken heart and making it feel again.”

She held me tighter, kissing my cheek. “Finally, I thought you’d never get here.”

I hadn’t, either, but I did.

I made it home.

Wrapped in each other’s embrace, I looked forward to spending my life with her.

Our future awaited our return.

CHAPTER72

Callum

Knocking against her workroom door,I pushed it open and tried to persuade the stubborn woman to come and join me. “It’s been five minutes, Stella. You need to come out and eat dinner or I’ll very well pluck you out of that seat and take you to dine with me. You choose,” I threatened, but she only gave me a beautiful smile that made my heart beat a little speedier than usual.

“Coming, Callum.” The undaunted woman blew me a kiss. “Give me two minutes and I’m all yours.”

I loved how she saidI’m all yours.

“Not a second more, you hear?” I parted the room as I went to the kitchen and waited for her. She had skipped lunch and settled for a sandwich. When she hadn’t eaten dinner, I was ready to spoon-feed her.

Luciana’s mother’s event was right around the corner and she was busy emailing and texting, approving and disapproving orders for the last few days. She needed to take a break and eat or she might fall apart from exhaustion.

So I barged in there and asked that she eat, hoping that by throwing in the idea that I could make her buttermilk pancakes, she just might be tempted to leave her workroom. Of course, I would adore the chance in proving to her that I was very well capable of making some damn pancakes as well.

A minute later, she breezed into the kitchen—eyeglasses and all—looking like a delicious dessert.

“Sit and eat, please?”

I pulled the chair for her to sit on before she plopped her butt and muttered, “Nom, nom. Thanks for the pancakes, babe, but I need chocolate syrup.” I groaned as I marched towards the fridge, taking the thing she asked for and drizzling it all over her pancakes. “No strawberries?” She arched her brow, goading me to snap.

She was enjoying making me suffer and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to kiss or spank her this instant. “Strawberries and what else? If you have any more add-ons, best you tell me now.”

“Orange juice; that’s it.” She blew me a kiss as she started to work on her pancakes.

I was cutting her strawberries in halves when she broke into my thoughts.

“Callum Kensington, hot playboy and badass billionaire with an affinity for doing naked stunts is my personal butt boy.”

She looked entirely too smug, so I threw her a piece of strawberry and much to my awe, the woman caught it with her mouth.

Damn.

Without thought, I came to her, plucked her out of her seat and shoved her on the counter, kissing my wife with a passion that burned like a raging furnace inside me. “You wanted chocolate syrup?” I dipped my finger onto her plate and swiped a line of syrup onto my chest, on my cock and everywhere else. “Give a go at me, wife.”