Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"Did you and Milka patch things up last night or what?"

Mars started grumbling again, clearly annoyed. "No, someone's trying to swoop in on my girl."

At the office.

Mars had dropped Milka off that morning, and insisted on leaving the huge bouquet of roses he'd bought the day before right in the middle of her desk.

Never mind how childish that was. Milka groaned, "You bought way too many flowers. They're taking up half my workspace—I can't even get to my keyboard."

Mars immediately offered to buy a smaller bouquet, but Milka tugged him back. The two bickered for a minute, and Milka finally stormed off to work, still fuming.

But after she cooled off, all she could think about was that jealous man. She was just wondering how to make up with Mars when her phone rang. "Hello, I didn't order any coffee."

Downstairs, she spotted a delivery guy with coffee and pastries.

This time, Milka was careful—she didn't want to accept the wrong package again.

She called Mars right away. "Did you send this?"

"Yeah. You won't let me buy you flowers, so can't I at least treat you to some coffee and snacks?"

help but smile

she stepped out of the elevator

came running, eyes

cup. "Your uncle bought coffee.

Anya grinned. "Thanks, Milka!"

not me,” Milka said, heading back

“If it weren't for you, I'd never get to drink Uncle

at the usual spot," Milka called as

Milka started divvying up the coffee and

a coworker teased. "Yesterday it was

If I'd known, I wouldn't have signed for them. The ones Mars gave me last night were massive-my arms are

Milka's got admirers! Who sent the mystery

coffee, but he waved it off. "I don't

left it on his desk anyway. “Just try it,

"Honestly, I have no clue. Didn't even get a chance to ask for my Facebook. Mars tossed them

Grant's face clouded as he retreated

caught the look out of the corner of her eye,

lunchtime, Milka met up with her