After two hours of practice and a few shocking moments that couldn’t be spoken of, both Miles and Cassie maintained an awkward silence between them as they walked back home.

Thinking of Miles’s last words after she called him a pervert for the bulge in his pants while his arms were locked around her waist, Cassie guiltily bit her lip and glimpsed through the corner of her eyes at his groin area, feeling relieved that thing had disappeared.

"Oh damn. I’m tired of you calling me a pervert. What did you think? I’m gay? Or doesn’t it occur to you how hot you are? So I should act like a stone statue because you can’t handle the reaction to what you caused?"

"You, you, pervert!"

This was the scene when Miles could no longer bear Cassie’s hypocritical comments, calling him a pervert for having a boner when her body was practically held in his embrace.

Recalling the night she stroked his cock next to Hannah, he was even amazed by how well she was acting.

Sinclairs Duplex.

"You guys are back? Hmmm... Did you go out together?"

The moment they got home, Josephine, who was just descending the stairs with a small pudding in hand, saw them and quickly expressed how rare it was that they went out together. Though her eyes subconsciously avoided Miles, she still acted well and smiled.

"Went to the community center to use the yoga studio for a dance practice with Miles. Oh, did you know Miles is a great dancer?" Cassie responded, exasperated, collapsing from the long walk while Miles dropped the handy bag by her side.

’Another great pretender.’ Miles thought, noticing she didn’t really want to talk to him.

"Dancer?" Josephine froze, stopped scooping her pudding, and a look of surprised interest flashed in her eyes.

"Hmmm. He’s now my dance partner." Cassie revealed a brilliant, joyous smile as she said this, prompting Josephine to glance at him.

However, Miles acted oblivious to her gaze and walked past her, feeling a need to prepare for tonight. Cassie didn’t notice this.

Early into the night, a couple of hours since the sun long disappeared on the western horizon.

Sharply, 8 pm.

"Not bad, not bad."

Standing before the full-length mirror, Miles adjusted the collar of his white dress shirt and straightened the brown tie hanging neatly down his chest. His gaze swept over the reflection staring back at him. The oversized brown jacket sat comfortably over his broad shoulders, while the baggy black jeans draped naturally down to his tan boots. The silver buckle at his waist caught the light, drawing attention to the chain hanging from his belt loop.

Tilting his head slightly, he lowered the brim of his Yankees cap and slipped one hand into his pocket. For a moment, silence filled the room. Then the corner of his lips lifted, revealing a self-fulfilling grin.

"Yeah, this will do," he muttered, picking up his phone to take a couple of pictures.

His outfit wasn’t flashy but mature and striking. But of course, he wasn’t a fashion freak and had looked up a couple of outfits online before ordering it. Coupled with a thick, ravishing cologne that cost $500, Miles felt high. Thinking to himself, if looks could slay, then a few ladies would fall to him tonight.

Zzzz! Zzzz!

Just then, his phone notification blared. It was a group photo from Theo and the boys.

Apparently, they had taken his advice not to pick out their outfits themselves, but let Delaney handle it. And as expected, the result was astonishing. A striking concept from the geek attire they were set to put on before: a black suit for a birthday party by the pool.

"Looking great. I bet your dates aren’t going to regret choosing you. That reminds me, I have a surprise for you three."

Miles grinned as he remembered having blackmailed three cheerleading girls with their sex tapes, threatening to upload them on the school’s forum unless they blew three people. After sending them each a specific picture, he told them he would confirm if they fulfilled their part of the deal or face the consequences.

(8:05)

"Better early than late."

Lying on his bed was a bouquet of flowers, roses. Picking it up, he left his room and slowly proceeded down the stairs with a sense of premonition in his heart.

The television was on, and he could see Cassie’s back, her attention swallowed by the huge screen. Debra also sat by her side, lying on the long couch with her PC resting on her boobs. ’Or is she resting it in them,’ Miles thought, unable to make out the difference.

There was also the sound of movement from the kitchen. It wasn’t hard to guess who it was. Josephine was nowhere in sight, meaning she must have headed for the party much earlier.

"Ahhhh! Miles?!"

Clack!

Almost making his heart skip a beat, Hannah, who had just stepped out of the kitchen wearing bunny PJ pants and a thick sweater, dropped her spoon in shock and screamed like she had seen a ghost.

Frightened by the sudden shout, Cassie and Deb swiftly turned their heads in his direction, their pupils dilating as they stared wide-eyed at him. A mix of shock and disbelief.

They both short-circuited, Cassie and Deb.

"Miles?" Suddenly, Deb broke the stalemate, calling out his name.

Whilst Cassie swallowed hard, her rapidly beating heart refused to calm down while staring at the deadly handsome boy that was her brother.

"You look... you look so freaking handsome," Hannah said, her voice dripping with excitement and joy to have raised such a specimen, even if he was her stepson. Her excited laugh caused Deb to blush, dropping her PC and using a quick second to compose herself.

"Looking great, bro." She winked at him.

Cassie dumbly raised two thumbs in silence.

"Hahaha. Thank you. Mom, you said I could use your vehicle, remember?" Laughing a bit at their reaction, he smiled and rubbed his nose.

"A flower bouquet? He also has a date! Come, quick, give mummy a hug."

Before he could react, her squishy big melons pressed hard against him.

"Make sure you take care of her for me."