Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Anya shook her head, the bed a testament to a night's restlessness - one side crumpled where she'd lain, the other pristine and untouched.

"Naomi, check the guest rooms," Mia suggested, her tone filled with the trust built over a decade of friendship.

Leo's manners were ingrained in him, part of his very nature.

Naomi hurriedly checked each guest room until, finally, she found her son Leo, bundled up in blankets, fast asleep.

With a swift smack, Naomi woke him, "Leo, get up now!"

Leo jolted awake, his hair a wild mess, his eyes bloodshot from a night of vigilance.

The dark corners of the internet were a tangled web, and Leo had no idea how many players were in the game or how deep the waters he was wading into were. Choosing caution, he struck when defenses were lowest - at night. Anya had seen the light in his room the night before and knocked on his door to check on him.

At home, Leo didn't hide anything from Anya. After all, she always had his back.

When she learned he was pulling an all-nighter, Anya went downstairs, whipped up some pasta, and sliced some fruit to keep him company.

"Anya, who said I have a crush on you?" Leo asked abruptly as he ate.

An innocent Anya, nibbling on an orange slice, replied, "I didn't say that." She had already forgotten the conversation from the afternoon.

Setting his fork down, Leo wasn't letting it go, "This afternoon, you told your uncle that a hacker has a crush on you, and that you'd agree to anything they said. Since when am I so easy-going?"

Anya took another bite of her orange, then it clicked, "Oh, that. I only said it to save you. Any other excuse would've made my uncle suspicious. He wouldn't pry into his niece's love life."

a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she picked up another slice and continued to eat

his pasta, "So that's how it

"Eat less fruit;

cut more for you after finishing these,"

her word, Anya cut more fruit later on, sitting beside Leo, watching his fingers fly

glued to their computers before - either unattractive, overweight, or slouched - none as handsome as her Chad, with his good looks and charming

to

Anya stayed, determined to pull an all-nighter

put on headphones and watched a

by the movie, she fell asleep

he

time doing so with a girl. He had only ever held two females in his life: four-year-old Anya

Anya light in his arms, "Didn't expect you to be this light. Looks like

removed her headphones, turned off her phone, and

there. He scratched his head, remembering her presence the night before, covered her with a

he muttered, feeling none of the supposed

all night gaming. It's bad enough you're picking up bad habits, but

Naomi, it was my idea. Chad didn't want

was unimpressed, "Don't

run and showered. Finding his little one awake and crying, he dressed the child

passing maid pointed Mr. Andre in the right

guest room. The baby recognized

was then filled in on his