Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1615

Mars lost his cool. “I’m a colonel now! Milka, when we broke up, I was already a lieutenant colonel. Did you ever take our relationship seriously?”

Milka felt a wave of guilt. Another promotion? Seriously?

“You’re my ex, not my boyfriend. So what if I didn’t keep track? If I was really that invested, would we have broken up in the first place?”

Mars shot back, “You’ve got a new boyfriend now, so why are you still hanging around me? You don’t ask for money, you never need favors, but you keep showing up. Just spit it out—what do you want?”

Milka froze. New boyfriend?

She glared at him, raising her voice. “You’ve got a son, but you’re worried about whether I have a boyfriend? Was that your wife you called earlier? You were whispering, asking if your son had been kidnapped, like you were afraid your wife would find out you’re still chatting with your ex.”

Mars said, “Not just a son. Got a daughter now too.”

Milka stiffened for a second, but quickly recovered. “Yeah right. Who are you trying to fool this time? Probably just borrowed someone else’s kid again. Last time it was that chunky little rascal who climbed onto my chair and tried to yank the petals off my roses—wasn’t that your godson?”

That incident was a whole saga on its own.

Back when Henry was just a little guy, he was a real handful. Mars didn’t believe it until he insisted on taking the kid out himself.

He barely got the chubby munchkin out the doors of Cedillo Inc. before the kid started whining for food.

Mars hauled his godson to a fancy restaurant, and that’s when things went sideways.

Not only did he run into his ex, Milka, but both of them were caught totally off guard.

Milka was sitting there, hugging a huge bouquet of roses, out to dinner with another guy.

On the way out, Mars told the manager, “Put that table on my tab.”

He hustled his godson back to Cedillo Inc. “Andre!”

Andre, who was clocking the whole thing, glanced at his watch. “Half an hour.”

The troublemaker was finally back where he belonged.

Later, Milka had someone look into it. Mars wasn’t married. The kid she’d seen that day wasn’t his son; it was Henry, Andre’s boy—Mars’s godson.

And now he’s claiming he’s got a daughter? Most likely another friend’s kid he’d roped into calling him godfather.

“Cut the crap, Milka,” Mars said, getting impatient. “Just say what you want. Was it just a drunken mistake? Should we both pretend it never happened and get on with our lives? Or are you finally going to tell me what you’re really after?”