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?"

drawn in again, this time acutely aware of the masculine scent invading

kiss intensified, Chad's breathing grew 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

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

a hint of their intimacy, adding to their flirtation. Molly's ears reddened at

"Molly, hold my knees. It's time

Molly's embarrassment deepened!

watching him effortlessly complete the sit-ups, "1, 2, 3,... 19, 20, 21, ...

mat, mindful of their surroundings. His breath warm, he warned the girl beneath

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

woman beside him, "Mom's talking

ear of yours heard Mom call

turned to Molly, "How many

nibbling on her fork, sheepishly

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

his way to Molly's room, pointing to his own next door, "I only have one request for you. It doesn't matter if you move your stuff, but

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

waiting for a response,

barely paying attention to the show. He didn't

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

his help for health issues? He's clearly bluffing." Chad countered, "Because the victim was scammed out of her medical funds,

"How pitiful, and you're

him the same