Just as Regina finished sending out the invitations, Amy followed her daughter's trail and came over.
That day, Amy was dressed in a fitted pink outfit, a designer handbag hanging from her arm, and oversized sunglasses covering half her face—she looked every bit like a wealthy socialite.
"Well, well, look who this is—our Number Twenty-One. I just adore you…" She slid her sunglasses down and openly sized Mike up, her face lighting up with delight.
Compared to Regina, Amy carried a stronger, more "mature" kind of charm.
Then she leaned closer to her daughter and asked with a teasing smile, "So… is he your boyfriend?"
"Mom~" Regina glanced at Mike without denying it and smoothly changed the subject. "I want to throw a party at home—invite the football team and the cheerleaders to come hang out."
"That's a great idea," Amy said immediately. "The house hasn't been lively in ages."
Before long, the football players and cheerleaders all received Regina's party invitation.
Cheers instantly erupted across the field.
Especially for someone like little George—a fringe nobody at school—this was his first time being invited to something so high-end.
And the cheerleaders? All of them were easy on the eyes.
Just imagining chatting privately with that many beautiful girls was enough to keep George's testosterone pumping for days.
Plus, the football team's next game wasn't until Monday, so everyone had plenty of time to relax.
On the sidelines, after explaining things to Coach George, Mike said goodbye to the Cooper family.
"Mike, hurry it up," little George urged excitedly. "That's Regina's party—I don't wanna be late!"
It was barely noon. Being late wasn't even possible.
George was clearly hoping to get there early and maybe snag himself a pretty girl.
He'd been waiting for this chance for a long time.
Seeing how eager George was, Mike laughed and shook his head, waved goodbye to the Coopers, and got ready to leave.
"Wait." Grandma Connie stepped over, discreetly slipping three small umbrellas into Mike's hand, teasing, "Safety first. It's fine if you don't come home tonight."
She even raised her eyebrows at him, the meaning crystal clear.
Mike felt awkward holding them—he would've rather bought his own.
Still, he obediently stuffed them into his pocket and headed toward the locker room with George.
Watching Mike walk away, sharp-eyed Sheldon asked curiously, "Meemaw, what did you give Mike? And why isn't he coming home tonight?"
"Oh, Moonpie~" Grandma Connie patted Sheldon's head mysteriously. "You're still too young. I'll tell you in a few years…"
She blinked and gave a smile that only adults would understand.
"Mom—" Mary quickly cut in, knowing Sheldon's curiosity and worried that Connie might say something wildly inappropriate.
---
After a quick shower, Mike changed into a comfortable white T-shirt and tucked the small umbrellas into the back pocket of his jeans.
Then he joined George, who was already waiting, and the two headed out of the locker room.
George, freshly changed, deliberately put his football uniform back on—anything to stand out at the party.
After all, on a day like this, who could resist a football player?
But when George looked at Mike—who'd barely done anything yet still looked clean, confident, and effortlessly handsome—he could only say bitterly, "At the party… please stay far away from me."
George didn't look bad, but next to Mike, he was clearly just background noise.
Understanding exactly what he meant, Mike didn't ruin the mood and simply smiled, giving him an OK sign.
At the entrance, they immediately spotted the eye-catching pink sports car.
"Mike, get in!" Regina leaned over eagerly, waving him over.
The four-seat car already had Katie and Karen in the back, who squeezed together to make room for him.
Meanwhile, George—standing on the curb in full uniform—was completely ignored by the four gorgeous girls with model-level figures.
"Go on, Mike," George said, pretending to be magnanimous. "I'll see you at the party."
"Yeah… see you later," Mike replied, keeping things brief to avoid awkwardness.
A flashy car, beautiful girls, and a handsome guy roared off down the road.
Not far away, team captain Aaron spotted George while driving his pickup.
He pulled over and waved. "Hey, George—need a ride?"
"Absolutely~"
---
Music, colored lights, cocktails, and all kinds of party snacks filled the villa.
Amy, who loved lively scenes, had transformed the second floor into a full-blown party space.
With drinks flowing, the football players each showed off their skills, trying to charm the dressed-up cheerleaders.
Inside Regina's bedroom, cut off from the noise outside, the pink décor created an unmistakably intimate atmosphere.
Seeing Regina change into a strappy top, radiating confidence and allure, made Mike's heart itch.
patreon: belamy20
Once he made the first move, things escalated quickly.
And then—click—the door opened.
Amy walked in, holding two specially mixed cocktails.
"I brought you drinks," she said casually, setting them on the small table. Not only did she make no effort to leave, she even added with interest, "Go on, don't mind me."
Three people. Six eyes.
Even Regina couldn't handle that level of awkwardness.
She wrapped herself in a blanket and snapped, "How did you get in here?"
She was certain she'd locked the door earlier.
Amy smiled and jingled her keyring. "Gina, it's your first time. If there's anything you don't understand, you can always ask Mom."
Her gaze slid over Mike's muscular chest, her eyes growing noticeably warmer.
Mortified, Regina covered her face and shouted, "Get out!!"
"Alright, alright." Amy shrugged and walked toward the door, clearly disappointed.
Before leaving, she turned back and blew Mike a wink. "If you need anything… just call me."
Once the door closed again, soft murmurs soon filled the room.
"Not yet…" When Mike reached for the small umbrella, Regina resisted, then asked quietly, "Mike… does this mean we're officially together?"
Truthfully, Regina never planned to give herself away completely.
She only intended to give Mike a little taste—just enough to confirm their relationship and gain leverage over him later.
This intimacy felt more like a transaction than romance.
Being interrupted yet again sobered Mike up.
Giving up the entire forest for a single tree? He knew he couldn't do that.
And a domineering girl like Regina wasn't exactly ideal girlfriend material.
"What do you mean?" Seeing him hesitate, Regina's anger flared instantly.
She kicked at him while screaming hysterically, "Get out—get the hell out!!"
This kind of thing only works when both people want it. Since she didn't, Mike wasn't about to humiliate himself by forcing anything.
A simp could do that—he wouldn't.
Mike pulled his clothes back on and walked out.
"Bastard! Jerk!! ..."
Watching him leave without a second glance made Regina feel both crushed and furious.
Her plan had completely backfired—she lost both pride and leverage.
Still not satisfied after cursing him out, she got up, grabbed a notebook from her cabinet, and filled an entire page with fresh complaints about how awful Mike was.
read more inpat***
belamy20