Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Teaching Henry to write was always an adventure. He'd ignore the coffee table and insist he could only practice if he sprawled belly-down on the couch.

Fine, let him write. But did he trace letters? Of course not. He took his pen and started scribbling all over the leather, leaving wild, looping marks.

Doodling was one thing, but with his dad right there, Henry managed to poke several tiny holes straight into the fancy couch.

Noah walked into the office and saw Henry stretched out over his dad's lap, little butt in the air, getting a well-deserved spanking. Henry twisted his face up, crying, "Mom picks me up from school, then lets Dad spank me! Waaah!"

Andre set him down and sent him to the corner for a timeout.

Henry, hands behind his back, stared at the wall, looking so hard done by. He wiped away a tear and kept standing, as if the world had wronged him.

Andre shot his son a sideways look, then turned to Noah. "What's up?"

"Boss, year-end's almost here. These are files from the overseas branches for you to check." Noah handed over the stack, glancing at Henry with a mix of amusement and sympathy. "Henry, what happened this time?"

"Let him tell you," Andre said, heading to his desk with the papers.

"Hey, Henry, want to tell Uncle Noah

you dare spank my

blinked. "Uncle wouldn't

Mom would come over

couldn't help but grin at his son's logic as he finished

face back on. "Stand up straight, heels together. When Mom

to lose

savory pancakes from Mia's cafeteria. Mia had once brought some home for Grandpa, and Henry had gotten a taste, begging for more ever since. With an

through the door before Henry ran over, ready to

sweet red bean porridge, sipping noisily and holding out his hand for another bite of pancake from Mia. "Mom, Dad hit

full, you can tell me all about how

pointed out the tiny pinpricks on the couch. Henry stood there, hands behind his

see his godson before the holidays. Henry wasn't too familiar with this godfather, but after

was just asking for trouble. To everyone else, he was a

went to put his foot down, Asher piped up, "Kids are supposed to be wild and cute! Why are