𝑈𝑁𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐾𝐴𝐵𝐿𝐸

forty-six

"You think so?". She blushed.

"Yeah". He pulled her towards him, causing her body to collide with his body. He gently gripped her chin, lifting her head up to look at him. He placed a soft sweet kiss on her lips, careful not to ruin the lip gloss on her lips

"So good." He mumbled against her lips and gave them a long peck causing butterflies to flutter in the lower pit of her stomach.

He pulled back and intertwined their hands together, "lead the way, amore moi ."

"I know what that means!".

"What?".

"My love. I love being called that." She smiled, feeling her cheeks burn from how much she was blushing.

"I see you have been practicing your Italian". Donovan smirked. Cheyenne hummed as they made it to the garage. A couple of cars were parked; her old Audi, her Range Rover, A black Lincoln Aviator, a navy blue G-wagon and a Cadillac Escalade truck.

They decided to take the Lincoln. It was spacious, comfortable and drives smooth. Everything about it was sleek and she wanted to make sure Donovan was relaxed and comfortable for the day.

It was his day.

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Cheyenne exclaimed. "Get ready for an adventure."

Donovan's eyes widened in excitement as he realized they were going quad biking—a thrilling activity he had always wanted to try. He took on the scene as he had the roaring engines race around the obstacle. Cheyenne had arranged for them to spend the day exploring rugged trails and scenic landscapes on powerful ATVs.

"Are you excited!." Cheyenne questioned, poking him on his side.

With a laugh, Donovan nodded his head. "Yes, thank you baby." The couple headed inside and signed in.

"I know, I know I'm the best." Playfully, she waved him off and then looked at him with a coy smile.

"What is it?." He questioned seeing her, ogling at him for far too long. She had something on her mind.

"Loser gets to cook dinner for the whole month and gets to choose where, when and what we can use and do during our sexy time". Confidently, Cheyenne proposed.

"Babes, are you really up for this challenge?  I don't mind getting my hands dirty." A smirk graced his face.

"I know I can keep up. It's you, I'm worried about old man."

With a head nod and a mischievous grin on his lips,  Donovan said, "Alright,  bring it on then."

"Let's shake on it." Cheyenne demanded. The couple firmly shook their hands, sealing the deal.

With helmets securely fastened and adrenaline pumping, they set off on their quad biking adventure. The wind whipped through their hair as they maneuvered through twists and turns, navigating the challenging terrain with skill and excitement.

They raced along dirt paths, splashed through shallow streams, and conquered steep hills, their laughter echoing through the wilderness.

They were head to head but neither wanted to back down. However in the mist of the race, Cheyenne couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration as she watched Donovan's infectious smile light up on his face.

Donovan was having the time of his life. He was carefree as he let his problems hit the back of his mind. He was not thinking about nothing but the fun and race he was having with his soon to be wife.

He never had experienced such fun. All his life, he had been training and preparing to being a Mafia boss. His life has never had time for fun activities such as today.  There was never time to play.