Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Molly saw Mia across the street, having a conversation with a man, and she appeared very impatient.

"Yo, Mia, what's up?" Molly strolled over.

Mia grimaced, "This dude wants my digits, says it's for a free cup of coffee."

Molly glanced at the man in question.

"Do you know who Andre is?" she asked.

The man nodded.

"That's his wife," Molly pointed at Mia.

After saying that, Molly took Mia and left, leaving behind the man who was so shocked that he even forgot to retrieve his cell phone.

Once they were well away, Molly jested, "Only you could pick up a flirt while doing a survey, Mia. Girl, you got hitched too early."

Mia retorted, "I didn't see it coming, I thought he was promoting a new coffee shop or something. If I knew he was into me, I'd have dropped Andre's name pronto." The guy probably had never asked anyone's phone number on the street before.

He had followed Mia for two blocks, only to be spotted and confronted by Mia.

So she mistook him for a salesman.

Molly roared with laughter when she figured out Mia's thoughts.

Later in the evening, Molly was more than happy to fill Andre in on Mia's little encounter.

Andre looked at his sister and said, "Molly, I'll rely on you for looking after things around Mia from now on."

"No worries, Andre, I got your back. If someone tries to poach your wife, I'll be the first to tell you."

Andre had always shielded her from scoldings when they were little, so Molly had always respected him.

She might be tight with Mia, but pleasing Andre was her top priority.

Andre was always generous with his sister. He took seriously any information she provided and would even reward Molly with some pocket money, the amount varied. Andre thought to himself that his sister was so much more reliable than his nephew.

Back in his bedroom, Andre found his wife seated cross-legged on the floor, one hand propping up her face as she stared at her laptop, with five completed surveys next to her. "Ugh, how am I going to summarize this?"

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Mia felt a sense of relief. He was her

to feel a little

pleased, "Did you get hit

speechless. How did he find

Molly

Molly knew about

down at his wife

number, and I didn't know he was hitting on me," Mia

up his wife from the floor and cradled her small

how to make Mia less

in her husband's arms, was unaware of his

behaved obediently when he

word of protest when they

willingly snuggled up to him, whispering in his ear, "Darling, I'll satisfy your needs, so you

but Mia was not taking no for an answer.

a small favor for you, will you help me? If you won't help me,

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"Mia, this is the only nightie you

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agree to

if I don't, you can't

were swallowed back, Mia couldn't get a word

had his fun did the man remember Mia's request, "What did

a survey

Mr. Cedillo was speechless.

yesterday, and now she was slacking off again, expecting him

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in evasion. "No, I'm all

and handed her the

and I tutor you?" Mia was still hoping she could get away with not doing the

been tutored by anyone, Mia sure had

Andre got out of bed to plug it in and picked up