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?"

time acutely aware of the masculine scent invading her

heavier, his arm veins bulging more prominently, and 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,

with embarrassment, her lips still tingling with his presence, "That's illegal,

lips, left behind a hint of their intimacy, adding to their flirtation. Molly's

hold my knees.

Molly's embarrassment deepened!

him effortlessly complete the sit-ups, "1,

the set but added a bit extra. Then, in one swift move, he had Molly beside him on the yoga mat, mindful of their surroundings. His

Byrne family enjoyed a harmonious meal. Coleen, curious about the outcome, asked, "How many sit-ups did Chad end

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

heard Mom

to Molly, "How many

sheepishly replied, "Around sixty or

gaze bounced between her children, resigning herself to the fact. Her daughter had married into a "good family," yet her son had

have one

hairline, "I'll move, of course, but

for a response, Molly dashed

didn't mind; he watched along. Grandma Aubree's show ended at eight, but with

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

desperate, clung tighter, "Grandma, don't listen to him. He's a cop, not a doctor. Why would anyone seek his help for health issues? He's

Chad, "How pitiful, and you're here instead

"Caught him the same