His Drug Of Choice

9 - Unicorn Dreams

You made me laugh the first time I saw you,
We met and we never looked back,
I followed on my blessings, 
There was no second guessing 🎼🎤 
-Millyanna 

Ron's POV

"Do you think they heard us?" Clay asked worriedly.

"Baby, calm down. My bedroom is soundproof. Nobody heard anything," I assured her.

I held her hand as we walked downstairs to join the others for breakfast at the dining table, passing our greetings. I pulled out a chair for her next to mine before taking my seat.

"God, we almost died of starvation," Nate said, as Larah elbowed him.

"Just say hunger," she said to him.

We had our late lunch and were now all in the lounge, having small conversations. It was clear that Luca was smitten with Candice, and they were terribly failing to keep it lowkey. The most hilarious thing was them thinking we didn't know about their secret romance. Luca and Candice were both important to me; I knew them, and I trusted that whatever they did, they'd handle it gracefully.

"So, this is family," she mumbled inaudibly, followed by a sigh as she encircled her arms around my torso.

"Are you okay, baby?" I asked her, and she nodded.

The day's atmosphere was relaxed. Clay was catching up with the ladies, as I did with the guys. We were all getting used to coming together on weekends, and it honestly improved our bond on a deeper level. They slowly started leaving for their individual plans, or at least, I guessed so.

It was only Clay and I left in the lounge now, cuddled up on the couch. Mimi wanted to have dinner together again, so she had promised Mimi she'd be around. Dark clouds were forming in the sky, so I got up and pulled Clay up with me.

"Get up, let me show you the garden," I said, and she lazily followed me.

"What are we making for dinner?" she asked. I showed her my edible produce in the garden, and she chuckled.

"We can get fresh vegetables here, and there's all kinds of meat in the fridge too, so we can decide when we're back in the house. How's that?" I told her.

"Wow, Ron, who's taking care of this garden? I'm pretty sure it's not you."

"Well, of course, it's me," I replied with a pout.

"I believe you," she said, rolling her eyes, and I playfully pinched her cheeks.

Clay had a lot of questions, and I didn't mind at all. I actually appreciated how much effort she was putting into getting to know me. We covered everything from allergies to Mimi's school, to how I built my business, and even how the mafia had shaped my life, all while strolling through the garden.

She was gently admiring the flowers, one by one. I plucked a red tulip and approached her, wrapping my arms around her from behind. I placed the flower in her delicate hand, watching her cheeks flush. Then, I pressed a soft kiss to her neck.

"So clingy, aren't you?" she murmured, her smile lighting up her face.

"With you of course, who else would you want me to cling to?" I kissed her neck again, then her shoulder, one of my hands cupping her boobs. Suddenly someone cleared their throat behind us, causing us to turn.