Spoiling The Billionaire’s Good Son

Shane’s POV

“Excuse me, Shane’s not saying anything about that to you” Layla chipped in and walked over to stand beside me with her arms folded “He doesn’t even know you”

“Oh, I bet he does” The crazy girl, I mean, Renee answered with a smirk. Christ, I just couldn’t believe my eyes. How did we end up meeting again and standing in the same room? And did Theodon just mention that she’ll be living here for some time?

This was the same girl who openly admitted that she wanted to EAT me. And if that wasn’t enough, she was looking at me from the other side of the room with eyes filled with dangerous intents. That alone left a trail of shivers running down my spine.

“Maybe you’re mistaken, Renee. Shane isn’t the type of guy you’d see on the streets and know”

“Layla, that’s enough!” Mrs. Grace yelled from the other side of the room abruptly ending the argument. I guess everyone had forgotten that she was still with us “I’m heading upstairs so you guys better fix whatever this is and leave. Enjoy your party!”

“Goodnight!” We chorused.

“And Shane, please lock the door when they’re out” She added and ascended the stairs. Just like everyone else, she knew how I disliked parties and social gatherings.

“Are we still going to the party or not?” The crazy girl, I mean, Renee asked, placing both hands on her waist.

My eyes immediately traveled around her body as I took in her features. Aside from having beautiful eyes, she also had a shapely figure. Her curvilinear waist and her impeccable, ochrous hue complexion surprised me. How can one be this gorgeous?

Wait. Did I just say gorgeous? No, wait, that wasn’t the point. Was I really admiring her? She must’ve noticed my eyes roaming around her body because she smirked and folded her arms. Instantly, I looked away but that didn’t change the fact that I had been caught admiring her body which didn’t look like me.

“Of course, everyone’s ready except Shane. He’s not coming”

“Why? He doesn’t like parties too? Tell me what.” Renee asked and scoffed.

“Yeah, he doesn’t attend parties” Layla replied abruptly and plastered an obvious fake smile on her face “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, why would I? It’s sad the pussy doesn’t know what he’s missing, that’s all. Let’s go, Theo, I wouldn’t wanna be late for this party”

Did… Did she just address me as a woman’s private part? What in the name of Christ?!? I turned to look at Theoden who gave a loud snort and I could tell that he was trying so hard to hold down his laughter. What was so funny? Was that even a joke?

“Did you just call him a pussy?” Layla asked. She looked just as surprised as I was.

Renee who had walked past us paused and turned to look at us. Mostly at me and jeez, I couldn’t stand those eyes. It felt like they were digging holes in my body.

“Yes I did”

“Why? Why would you call him that?”

She smirked smugly “Because he’s a pussy!”

“I’m not a pus…” I caught the remainder of my sentence in my mouth as my mind immediately processed what had almost slipped out of my mouth. That was an offensive word and I couldn’t believe that she had almost made me say it.

She laughed and started walking away and once again, I found myself staring at her behind. Goodness, what’s wrong with me?

“You’re definitely a big pussy if you don’t come to the party!” She yelled and walked out of the house.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh My God, did you see that?” Theoden asked, looking at me and Layla. Surprisingly, he looked excited and I couldn’t decipher what he was happy about. “I totally like her!”

“I don’t think I do” Came Layla’s cold response “What about you, Shane?”

I opened my mouth to speak but the words couldn’t flow out. The crazy girl, I mean, Renee was an example of the type of girl that I disliked but right now, she was pushing me past my limits.

“I’m not coming to the party, I think I’ll stay back with Shane,” Layla said to Theoden who laughed and walked out of the house.

*****

Was this anger I was feeling?

No, it couldn’t be because I haven’t been angry in years. I was this normal guy who took nothing to heart but tonight was different because I was definitely feeling something hanging around my chest.

“Hey, what are you doing? Why are you changing clothes?”

“I have to prove to her that I’m not whatever she calls me” I answered and picked one of my sneakers from the shoe rack.

“What? Why would you stress yourself doing that? Of course, you’re not a pus…” She paused and sighed “Sorry. You’re not whatever she called you. She doesn’t even know you”

“Yeah, that’s the point. She doesn’t even know me, that’s why she said that to me. Now, I’m gonna prove her wrong”

She didn’t say any more words and that didn’t matter because all I was focused on was how to tie my shoes and join them. Not them but her and I didn’t even stop for a moment to think of what I was doing or why I was doing it.

“So after all these years, a girl you barely know shows up and boom, you’re breaking one of your most important rules for her?”

I paused in front of the door and looked behind my shoulder. She was my best friend and she had a point but I didn’t care at the moment. The only person on my mind was the crazy girl and I just couldn’t wait to lay eyes on her and say to her face that I wasn’t what she called me.

Or maybe I was just eager to see how crazy she could get at the party “Are you coming?”