Spoiling The Billionaire’s Good Son

Shane’s POVCòntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

As I walked out of the room, she yelled in anger and I sighed. What’s wrong with her? She’s been acting differently for some time now unlike the Layla I knew and grew up with.

When I got inside my room, I lay down on the bed and tried to fall asleep but couldn’t. I then decided to take a shower but it didn’t ease the restlessness I was feeling.

I kept thinking about her even when I tried to study. What was she doing at the party right now and who was she dancing with? The thought of it made me sick as I remembered the guy I purposely pushed away, just to get her away from Kade.

I kept checking the time, hoping she’d come back sooner but she didn’t. Theoden got back from the party an hour after dinner and I had expected her to come home too.

Theoden was a little bit drunk and I couldn’t ask him to take me to the party. I couldn’t ask Layla cause she’d only get mad. She didn’t come down for dinner and even after realizing that, I didn’t go to check up on her because I was thinking about someone else.

What’s this strange feeling?

As I thought about it, my mind went back to Layla’s questions. Do I like her already?

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Renee’s POV

After taking a quick shower, I speedily dressed up and headed downstairs for breakfast. I almost missed a step that would’ve landed me face down on the floor but thank goodness it didn’t happen.

Fuck, going to school in this state sounded like a pretty bad idea because I was still badly hungover from last night’s party. But I couldn’t miss my continuous assessment test either. I had to pay for partying late one way or another.

“Renee, are you okay? Are you feeling sick?”

“Of course, she’s fine Mum” Layla chipped in, glaring hard at me. “That party must’ve gotten into her head. Right, Renee?”

“Shut the fuck up!” I replied with an eye roll and walked into the kitchen to pour myself some milk. My eyes were goddamn weak and I felt ill with a bad pain in the head. That alone was too much for the morning and I didn’t need anyone else adding to it.

I must admit Layla is trying so hard to be a b*tch but she’s not getting any closer. She must be over the moon because she succeeded in making Shane stay back from the party but who fucking cares? It’s not a competition and the sooner she realizes that, the better.

Shane got into the kitchen and I eyed him from the corner of my eye while drinking my milk. I had not seen him in the dining room with the rest of them so where did he come from?

He looked so damn gorgeous and really hot in his perfectly combed and styled hair. The top button on his shirt was left open and his navy blue sweater vest fitted him perfectly, giving him the good schoolboy look.

If I had my way, I’d rip them all off and pour all the milk on him, just to lick him dry. I imagined fucking him on the kitchen table while he moaned my name and made those crazy sounds that always sent vibrations across my body.

“Hey… Hey!” He snapped me out of my thoughts and I finally looked up at him. I had been staring at his body the whole time.

He immediately got the glass from me and walked over to the kitchen sink, his face turning pink. He then grabbed a napkin and got back to where I stood, still staring at him.

“You… You should clean yourself”

I noticed he was looking everywhere else but me and finally discovered his reason for that. My tank top was messed up with milk and I wondered how that happened. I guess I must’ve done that when I was lost, staring at him.

“Are you alright?” He asked after I snatched the napkin from him. I began cleaning myself and cursed when I noticed how fucking hard and erect my nipples were.

“Why?”

He took a deep breath. “You… You returned late… And I… I was wondering if you were okay”

Yeah, about that.

I returned early this morning. Let’s say 3 AM after a wonderful fucking night at the party. Too bad he missed but did he notice I returned late? I thought no one knew because when I returned, they were all snoring their asses out.

“Oh… I see someone stayed up all night waiting for me, huh? Well, you should’ve called and I would’ve run back to you.”

He turned to look at me nervously and gulped. “Just like that?”

I smirked and moved closer to him. “Yes, just like that”

He lowered his eyes to my lips and down to my chest. My nipples were still erect and the mere him staring down at them made my skin tingle. I bit my lower lips and inched closer to him until my nipples were brushing his chest.

“You can touch it if you want. Just staring at them won’t let you know what they feel like”

Standing on my toes, I bit his earlobe and moved my lips down the side of his neck. The collar of his shirt wasn’t giving me much access but my little touch was enough because I could feel his hard length responding to me.

I pressed my chest against his and gasped softly as it sent a rush of feminine response through me. I rocked him with my lower body and he groaned low in his throat. It was deep and hard, it shook me to my very depths.

With our lower bodies still pressed together, I felt him move his hand upward. I groaned in anticipation and my p*ssy clenched in excitement. This is what I’ve been waiting for. This is what I’ve been fucking dreaming of, every day and night.

I mentally begged him to touch me real quick. To cup my boobs in those big hands of his and give them a hard squeeze. To graze my nipples with his calluses and roll them in between his thumb and finger.

But everything was going so slow and I fucking wished I could hasten things up. I felt his hand inch closer and groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. I could feel the heat from his hand but just when he was about to touch me in the place I wanted him the most, Layla’s voice broke in.