Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

As soon as those words left her mouth, the four elders in the room quickly made their way out.

"Kids these days, they're just too liberal!" one of them muttered.

Molly found herself in a bind; she'd rather face anything than do a sports drill.

Chad hadn't expected this turn of events and hesitated before saying, "No way, if we have to bargain, it's just for one." Molly pouted, "Nope, ten."

Chad, ever the negotiator, laid out his terms clearly, "A peck on the cheek counts as 0.5, a kiss on the lips is worth 2."

No sooner had he finished than all the elders retreated to their bedrooms.

Feeling outmatched, Molly fumed, "Chad, you sly fox. Back off, I'm done."

Chad, quick to leverage his position, threatened, "I'm calling Andre right now."

Molly, gritting her teeth, conceded, "Fine, let's just do this."

Chad released her, triumphant, and couldn't resist reminding, "Choose wisely which kiss is worth it."

Molly, kneeling on the yoga mat and wrapping her arms around Chad's neck, aimed for his cheek, but Chad turned, making their lips meet.

Molly recoiled instantly, her eyes flaring.

With no one else in the living room, Chad sat down on the yoga mat, pulling Molly close with a mischievous grin, teasing her with the math, "If it's a lip kiss, you owe me 20 more. But if it's the cheek, you're in debt for 90." "Can I pay in installments?"

Chad responded, "Interest usually applies to installments."

"What kind of interest?"

acutely aware of the masculine scent invading her senses, the wild

his Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow, as if he wished to devour Molly completely. At the right moment, Chad released Molly. Observing her flushed face and bitten lip, he chuckled, "Better pay off the 'principal' soon. I'm all about compounding

still tingling with his presence,

adding to their

hold

Molly's embarrassment deepened!

the sit-ups, "1, 2, 3,... 19, 20, 21, ... 49.1, 49.2, 49.3,

the yoga mat, mindful of their surroundings. His breath warm, he warned the girl beneath him, "Pray you survive the night."

curious about the outcome, asked, "How many sit-ups did Chad

at the silent woman beside him, "Mom's talking

of yours heard Mom

to Molly, "How

nibbling on her fork, sheepishly replied, "Around sixty or

had married into a "good family," yet her son had brought

own next door, "I only have one request for you. It doesn't matter if you move your stuff,

fingers, then scratched her hairline, "I'll move, of course, but um, I'm going downstairs to keep Grandma company for

for a response,

the show. He didn't mind; he watched along. Grandma Aubree's

TV from my phone. You can binge-watch without interruptions." Grandma Aubree was about to agree when Chad chimed in, "I've

health issues? He's clearly bluffing." Chad countered, "Because the victim was

pressed Chad, "How pitiful, and you're here instead of catching

him the same