**Chapter 259: Finding Some Fun**

In the evening, Luca returned to his apartment on 76th Street. 

He was the only one at home.

He changed into some loose clothes, grabbed a can of dark beer, and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the sunset sky and the bustling street below. Cars flowed, and people hurried by.

Compared to his estate in Los Angeles, this place felt more like home. 

Living here was more relaxing.

After thinking for a while, he took out his laptop and started typing, continuing to write *Fifty Shades of Grey*. 

After playing a few games with Julie last time, he had a burst of inspiration and came up with several chapters over the next few days.

Compared to the original, the language was more concise, and the plot was bolder, more explicit. 

Once the novel was uploaded to the website, it quickly attracted a large group of LSPs (Lustful Street People). 

Hundreds of people urged him to update every day, and some even sent private messages asking for explicit photos, wanting to learn from his "experience." Some even asked if he was a member of certain clubs and expressed a desire to join in the fun.

Luca just smiled at the comments. He was using a pen name—if he accidentally revealed his real identity, he'd be labeled a playboy for sure, and no amount of effort could clear that name.

He opened his personal homepage. The novel *Fifty Shades of Grey* popped up. After being published for a little over two months, it had garnered over 1.2 million views, placing it in the top 50 on the entire site—a truly impressive achievement.

**Ding-dong~** 

Another person wanted to chat privately. This one claimed to be an editor at a publishing house, expressing great interest in turning *Fifty Shades of Grey* into a physical book.

Luca ignored it. From the very start, he made it clear that *Fifty Shades of Grey* was a fanfiction of *Twilight*, and since the second book in the *Twilight: Breaking Dawn* series hadn't even been released yet, he wasn't considering a physical book at the moment.

He glanced at the comments section again—over 200 more unread comments. 

Most of the readers of this book were LSPs, both male and female, who discussed some seriously perverse and filthy things daily. It was like a gathering of perverts.

Luca carefully read through the comments and learned quite a bit. 

One reader described several of her sexual experiences in great detail. The content was realistic, intense, and vividly descriptive—something that could only come from personal experience. The comment reached over 2,000 words.

Without hesitation, he marked it as a featured comment, humorously adding that the author was still alive. 

After finishing the comments, he closed the laptop and grabbed a bottle of fresh milk to replenish his nutrition.

**Ding-dong, ding-dong~** 

The doorbell rang.

"Knock, knock, Luca! I'm here!" 

Standing at the door was Fanny, dressed in a spaghetti strap top and short shorts, carrying a shoulder bag and a guitar. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily, probably from running too fast.

As soon as he opened the door, she jumped into his arms.

"Fanny, why are you here at this time?" Luca asked curiously.

"I got your call this morning and wanted to come over right away, but I was afraid you'd say I was skipping class. I could hardly wait until school ended to come. So, how did I do? Was I good?" 

Fanny wrapped her arms around his waist, her bright eyes looking up at him.

"Not bad at all!" 

Luca smiled lightly and closed the door behind her.

"Have you eaten yet?" 

Walking into the living room, he placed a bottle of soda on the table.

"No, Luca! Are you going to cook? I love your cooking," Fanny said eagerly.

Luca raised an eyebrow, "I can cook, but I didn't prepare many vegetables. How about some spaghetti?"

"That works!"

"Give me a moment!" 

Luca headed into the kitchen.

Since he was only staying for a couple of days this time, he didn't buy much fresh produce—just some tomatoes, broccoli, onions, and of course, beef. 

He planned to make braised veal with tomatoes, a side of broccoli salad, and spaghetti. It seemed like a decent combination.

"Luca, I wrote a song for you! Want to hear it?" 

Fanny, carrying her guitar, eagerly followed him into the kitchen.

"For me?" 

Luca stopped chopping, feeling a bit uneasy.

"Yep!" 

Fanny perched on the counter, legs swinging, and began strumming her guitar.

Her playing was so skilled it made him blush. 

He had tried learning guitar for a while but quickly gave up since he had no musical talent.

**Ding-ding-dong-dong~** 

After finishing the intro, Fanny started singing:

**"Let's have some fun, this beat is sick. 

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick. 

I wanna kiss you..."**

"Uh..." 

The song sounded familiar, but the lyrics were way too suggestive. 

Luca, cutting tomatoes, couldn't help but blush.

**"Don't think too much, just bust that thick. 

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick. 

Let's play a love game, play a love game..."** 

Fanny danced around while singing, turning the kitchen into her personal nightclub.

**Ding-ding-dong-dong~** 

After one round, she set down her guitar and grinned, "Luca, what do you think?"

Luca gave her a thumbs-up, "Amazing! You're really good. If you release it, it'll definitely be a club hit."

"Haha, you think so too?" 

Fanny beamed, "I even showed the demo to The Matrix, and they loved it too!"

Luca twitched his lips, "But you said you wrote this song for me?"

"Of course! Didn't you get that?" 

Fanny raised an eyebrow, her gaze intense.

Luca shook his head, "Fanny, you really shouldn't say that. If people find out, I could be in serious trouble. The lyrics alone are criminal evidence."

"I get it, I get it. You're such a wimp!" 

Fanny waved dismissively.

"It's not that I'm scared. My reputation's already bad enough. Haven't you read the tabloids?"

"So what? Scandals just show you're popular. The girls all like you. They all want to sleep with you, right? That just proves you're awesome."

Fanny teased, leaning close to him.

"But too many scandals are ruining my career. I'm practically unemployed now."

Luca sighed.

"Who cares about that? When I become a star, I'll make tons of money. Then I'll take care of you!" 

Fanny proudly patted her chest.

"Don't talk nonsense!" 

Luca laughed, realizing he might actually be well-suited for the role of a kept man.

Fanny giggled, hopped up on the counter, and watched as he skillfully chopped vegetables. She picked up her guitar again, strumming a playful tune. The kitchen was filled with a warm, cozy atmosphere.

"Dinner's ready!" 

After a while, the delicious spaghetti was served.

With the pasta, braised veal with tomatoes, beetroot soup, salad dressing, and a glass of Bordeaux wine, the meal looked and smelled incredible.

"Luca, being your woman must be pure happiness!" 

Fanny said as she took a bite of the veal.

"Thanks!" 

Luca smiled and swirled his wine. "I hope you find someone who makes you happy too."

"I don't need anyone else." 

Fanny lifted her chin and firmly said, "I'll create my own happiness. I don't need anyone to give it to me."

"Fair point!" 

Luca had to admit, she had a strong argument.

Fanny smiled, then said, "Luca, can I be your woman?"

Luca froze for a second. "Didn't you just say you'd create your own happiness? Besides, I'm a scoundrel."

"No, you're my happiness."

"...Stop it. Eat your pasta before it gets cold."

"Hmph, you stubborn old man!" 

Fanny wrinkled her nose and fiercely bit into the pasta. 

(End of Chapter)