Spoiling The Billionaire’s Good Son

Renee’s POVText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

The ride back home with Ashley was smooth and so fucking enjoyable. We ate popcorn and licked ice cream as we sang Shivers by Ed Sheeran which was booming through the speakers in the car. Truth be told, Ashley is the worst singer I’ve ever met. Her voice is angelic but when she puts it into singing, it’s so fucking terrible.

A car pulled up beside ours and Ashley had to slow down and whine down the glass. We thought the man needed help or something but it turns out it wasn’t close to what we had thought cause he started yelling at us for playing loud music while driving.

He had a point but we didn’t care as we grabbed a hand full of popcorn and threw it at his car, yelling at him to fuck off. The poor man shook his head in annoyance and drove off while we laughed our asses out.

When she finally dropped me off, I was so fucking tired. I greeted Mrs. Grace and rushed up the stairs to take a shower. I had informed her that I wouldn’t be coming down for lunch so I laid in bed and slept off.

By the time I woke up, my head was pounding heavily and my throat was sore. I jogged down the stairs and went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and some pain relief. Fuck, I felt sick and I hated it. I couldn’t even gulp down the drugs and water without feeling pains at the back of my throat.

I guess the whole yelling at the top of my voice while singing with Ashley caused this. Taking my hand to my neck, I gently massaged it and groaned. I could feel the pain right there in my throat.

“There you are. I thought you wouldn’t return” I rolled my eyes and kept massaging my neck, not ready for another session with Layla. When she didn’t get any response from me, she added. “I’m sure you’re now happy that you’ve been able to drive him away”

I sighed and turned to look at her. Okay, what the hell is she talking about?

“He was supposed to stay for a week but you came in and changed everything”

“Can you not?” I asked and she furrowed her brows. Only Christ knows that I wasn’t ready for whatever she was cooking up at the moment.

“Not what?”

“Speak in fucking parables,” I answered and started walking towards the door. My head was still banging and I needed fresh air.

“Since you don’t get it, I’ll break it down for you. Shane is gone. He went back home and guess what, his bully of a brother is there”

Oh, that.

Trust me, I didn’t even notice but what has that got to do with me? He finally decided to grow some balls and go back home to his asshole of a brother so what?

“Look Layla, I’m very tired right now and I’m not ready for your fucking bullshits okay? We could do this sometime later, I promise”

I walked out of the kitchen and went outside to get some fresh air. So Shane left. I thought to myself as I approached the basketball court. I picked up the ball and threw it but it didn’t make its way into the net. I decided to try again and again but it kept bouncing back at me.

I gave up on playing and started walking back to the house. The thought of Shane running back home got me laughing till my stomach hurt. Thinking of it right now, I guess Layla was right. He ran back home because of me.

I’m sure he could no longer stay here after what happened in the Janitor’s closet. As I thought about it, I raised my hand to my neck, remembering how deep and hard he had pushed into my throat. No doubt, he didn’t know what he was doing and it now made sense why my throat was sore.

I’ve sucked so many dicks but never have I gotten back with a hurting and sore throat.

I still had the picture of his long and huge dick in my head. I could still picture the thick veins on it and instantly, I felt like tracing them with my tongue once again. My vagina throbbed and I bit my lower lips to stifle the moan from escaping my lips.

For fuck’s sake, what is wrong with me?

This is not the first time I’ve seen or touched a dick and neither will it be the last. I used to suck dicks and get irritated but there was something about Shane’s dick that made me so wet down there. There was something about his dick that caused this excitement and anticipation for more.

Too bad the pussy doesn’t know what he’s missing. Like, how would he have my mouth around him and wouldn’t come back for more? Didn’t he enjoy the feeling? I get that that was his first time but that’s the more reason he should run back to me, instead of running back home.

“Are you sure he’s okay?” I heard Mrs. Grace ask from inside. “He wouldn’t leave without saying a word to me”

I walked inside and met Mrs. Grace, Theoden, and Layla, sitting on the couch. The television was on but none of them seemed to pay attention to it. Thankfully, they didn’t notice my presence and kept discussing.

“I was surprised when he informed me about it. I mean, Kade is still at home, and would use him as a punching bag. I’m worried, I don’t want him getting hurt”

“Don’t be dramatic, Lay, Shane is not a kid. Besides, you saw what happened to him this morning in the car. That’s enough reason for him to go back home”

I furrowed my brows and looked at them. What are they talking about? What happened to him this morning?

“What happened?” Mrs. Grace asked.

“The attacks returned,” Theoden answered. “We didn’t know about it until this morning”

“And if I’m correct, someone caused that. I mean, you guys would never admit it but Shane has been different since Renee came in”

“Don’t say that Layla! Why would you even come up with something like that in the first place? Renee is a good girl and she’s beautiful too.” Mrs. Grace explained and I chuckled lightly. Did she just say ‘Good girl?’

“Admit it, Lay, you’re jealous of her.”

“Why should I be?” Layla asked in defense. “I just don’t wanna see her near my Shane, that’s all”

Wait, her Shane? Since fucking when?