’Billy? Pfft. You wish.’

Seeing the astounded looks of Theo, Oliver, and Simon, who had been spectating from the beginning, he smiled with a victorious grin.

Although no bet had been made—because he genuinely wanted Chloe to be his main woman—Miles still felt a slight sense of loss, wondering what might have happened if they had gambled on something.

"Yo. Bro, did you...?" Simon asked as he got closer, expressing the eagerness of the other two to hear it directly from his mouth, even though they had witnessed the scene just now.

Miles smirked.

"Got myself a date." He tucked his hands into his pockets and walked past the three.

"Shit. You really did."

Even though the break was over, Simon and Oliver still tailed him to his class, hoping to receive a couple of pointers, but they were swiftly rejected by Miles.

"Learn. Create your own game."

This was the only thing he said before stepping inside the classroom.

At that moment, the classroom, which had been rowdy, quieted down slightly and resumed its noise the moment he sat down. Theo raised a thumbs-up at Miles and quickly settled down.

Not long after, class began when Mrs. Laurent stepped inside to teach.

In this class, Miles paid full attention. His eyes never left Mrs. Laurent as he studied every movement she made and every glance she gave him.

Meanwhile, facing the rows of students, Mrs. Laurent felt especially on edge. The feeling of being stared at like prey had long overwhelmed her. Currently, she was anxious and would frequently glance at the source of it.

’Why is he looking at me?’

’He’s still looking?’

’Does he know?’

She asked herself these questions each time she confirmed he was still staring at her. It was strange, considering that he almost never paid attention in her class before, even though he did well.

As several scenarios and thoughts formed in her mind, moisture began to form between her thighs.

’Damn it, I’m in front of the class. I shouldn’t feel like this. What should I do? Am I getting aroused by my student? What’s happening?’

After several attempts to use her morals to stop the reaction her body was forming under Miles’ gaze, Mrs. Laurent failed terribly and squeezed her thighs together.

’What should I do? I’m not even ovulating.’

Overwhelmed, she thought about ending the class early when she suddenly caught something in the corner of her eye.

(CALL ME TO YOUR OFFICE.)

It was a sentence written with a red marker pen.

Comprehending the words, Mrs. Laurent inwardly trembled.

’This boy. He knows... Did Miss Emily tell him? There’s no way. She definitely wouldn’t, especially since she gave me her nudes just so I could keep her little secret.’

Raising her eyes to meet Miles’ nonchalant gaze, which seemed to hold zero interest in the lesson itself, she watched as he flashed the page of the book where he had written those words.

Mrs. Laurent felt embarrassed and strange, even as she began to abhor the thought. At the same time, she marveled at Miles’ audacity to do something like that right in front of the class.

’Previously, wasn’t this guy timid? I once caught him staring at my boobs back then and he quickly looked away while blushing.’

Thinking about it, she couldn’t help but blush slightly, unnoticed by the dozens of students. Controlling her breath, she quickly turned to the board, letting her cheeks redden.

She tried to go on and teach a few more words, but she could no longer take it.

"Please use the remaining lesson time to summarize. Our next lesson will be a test because, as you all know, next week is our Revision Week before the exams. Please be careful not to make too much noise while you work."

Saying that, she took a dignified breath, summoning the courage for her next action.

"Miles Sinclair. Come with me. You’re quite a brilliant student."

Following that, she stepped outside without a second word.

A moment later, Miles ignored his classmates’ surprised looks and calmly followed behind.

"What? Is he about to receive a scholarship award or something?"

"Bite me, is this the second time he’s been summoned this week?"

"Shhh. What could your dumb head even do if given the opportunity?"

In her seat, Jazmín paid attention to their discussion and smiled.

’He’s not only fucking handsome, but he’s a brilliant freak too? How come?’ Jazmín was stunned.

Meanwhile, as one of Miles’ best friends, Theo was dumbfounded. How could Miles be sponsored for a scholarship they didn’t know about? Did the school board have two heads, or wouldn’t Miles have let them in on it?

Theo felt suspicious, but then again, there was no way in nine lives his worst suspicions could be true.

’Miss Emily and Mrs. Laurent? Naaahh.’ Theo blatantly rejected the idea.

There was no way Miles was fucking a teacher on the school premises, let alone doing so boldly right in front of the class. Besides, those two women were Dominion High’s favorite teachers.

’Even if he had the heart of a bear, no way.’ Theo firmly denied the thought. ’It must probably be a private matter.’

Meanwhile, walking through the hallway with Mrs. Laurent at the forefront, if Theo were here, he would probably have coughed up blood in shock. Miles was amusedly ogling Mrs. Laurent’s ass, and the latter seemed to be flaunting it a little since she could feel his gaze hovering behind her.

’Oh my gosh! What am I doing? He’s just a student.’

Despite her self-rebuke, Mrs. Laurent still walked in a way that seemed to tease Miles. This was the slutty side of her. From the moment she had discovered her habit of rubbing her pussy to the thought of Miles at night while her husband and kids were asleep, this outcome was bound to happen. It was just that she was a hypocritical bitch, still trying to act saintly.

Miles didn’t say anything; they just kept walking.

When she got to an intersecting hallway, she paused, glancing in the direction of the staff restroom—the ideal place to do anything right now—but ultimately continued to walk toward the staff office, a large space occupied by all the school teachers.

Click!

The door opened and she stepped inside, followed by Miles.

’How lucky.’