Spoiling The Billionaire’s Good Son

Renee’s POV

It’s Saturday morning and I decided to go out jogging. After wearing my tracksuit and sneakers, I tied my hair into a ponytail and went to stand in front of the mirror. Gosh, I’ve added so much weight and it wasn’t sounding funny.

I’ve always had a shapely figure and right now, I could tell I had added a little bit of fat to my lower stomach. My bóòbs were getting a lot bigger and my hips more definitely. That’s all thanks to the sumptuous and balanced diet Mrs. Grace has been feeding me with.

Taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I grabbed my phone and earpiece and walked out of the room. I jogged down the stairs and met Mrs. Grace and Layla. The former was on a phone call and the latter was texting and smiling sheepishly. Not that I care though but who the hell was she texting?

Everyone in school knows that aside from Shane and Theoden, Layla doesn’t speak to any other guy and the reason is unknown. She can’t be texting Theo right now and smiling cause it looks so fucking weird. Besides, they’re always mad at each other.

But what if… Just what if she’s texting Shane? I mean if it isn’t Theo, then it’s Shane. What are they even talking about?

“Oh, Renee,” Mrs. Grace called out, smiling. “I was just on the phone with my husband. He sends his regards and said he’ll be coming home next week”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

I forced a smile and nodded in response. What can I fucking say? The family’s gonna be complete and I’ll be the perfect stranger.

“Are you going somewhere?”

“Yes. I wanna go for a run”

“That’s nice. Layla, I think you should go too. You two can run around together”

I looked at Layla and noticed she was still texting and smiling at her phone. I’m pretty sure she didn’t hear what her mum said and I was tempted to walk over and see who the fuck she was texting.

“Layla… ”

“I’ll just go upstairs” She stood up immediately and walked up the stairs without taking her eyes off her phone.

“Ugh, whenever she’s on the phone with him, she doesn’t pay attention to anyone else.” Mrs. Grace said and sighed. “Don’t worry, she’ll join you next time”

She turned to leave but I couldn’t hold myself from asking. “Who’s she texting?”

“Of course, you should know him. Who else if not Shane?”

At the sound of his name, I felt my blood boiling inside. So he was the one texting her and she was fucking replying and smiling stupidly. I knew it.

“Renee, are you okay?”

“Yes, yes” Fuck no, I wasn’t okay. Surprisingly, I didn’t know why. “I’ll just run along”

“I could join you if you want. It’s been a long I went for a run”

“No, thank you. I’ll manage alone”

As I ran out of the house, I couldn’t stop thinking about Shane and Layla. Why the fuck was he texting and making her laugh? I thought he wasn’t capable of doing all that shit.

What were they even talking about?

Shit, why do I care so much about them or whatever they’re doing? When did I start giving a fuck about what people chatted about? And what’s this feeling? Is it jealousy?

*****

“One shot of tequila, please,” I told the bartender and sat down on the seat in front of the bar. My heart was still beating so fast from running and my breathing was heavy.

“Here you go, Miss”

I picked up the glass at once and gulped down the whole content. Damn, I was so fucking thirsty and needed anything to fill my lungs. The bartender was pretty much surprised when he turned around and saw that the glass was empty. He went ahead to ask if I needed another.

While waiting for another shot, I pulled out my phone and was surprised to see a couple of messages from Nick. Another came from dad who asked if everything was okay but none came from mom. I guess she’s having so much fun with her boyfriends. Not that I fucking cared.

I decided to call Nick. “Yo, what’s up? Missing me too much already, huh?”

“Yeah. Where the hell did you keep your fucking phone?”

I took a sip from my tequila. “Um… Somewhere in my pocket and in silence” I can imagine him rolling his eyes right now.

“Look, now is not the time to fucking do that, you hear me?” He asked in his deep, serious tone and I was forced to pay more attention to him. He wouldn’t talk this way if something wasn’t up.

“Where are you at?”

“The fuck with all these questions? You know where I’m at” He paused and I had to ask. “What’s the problem?”

“Galante and his men left for the city. They’re making a deal with their newest partner”

Once again, my lungs went dry and I looked around. I was in a bar and they could be anywhere, even here. I’ve gotta get the hell out of here before I crash into anyone. Damn, that wouldn’t be so pleasant because they’ve been looking for me.

“Bloody hell, Ren, I know you’re not home. Where the fuck are you? You’ve gotta get your ass out of there now!”

I jumped down from the seat and turned to walk away, forgetting that I didn’t pay for the drinks. Cursing under my breath, I turned around and paid for it. When I turned to walk out once more, I saw someone dressed in black, walking out of one of the rooms at the far end of the bar.

He turned to face the bartender’s direction and I recognized him instantly. Shit, they are here. Galante and his motherfucking men are here.

I quickly slid into one of the seats and tried to cover my face with my hand. My heart was pounding heavily and beads of sweat covered my forehead. If Nick found out that I was in the same building as Galante, he’d be enraged. Jeez, that man is evil.

Quietly, I stood up and made to leave but the bartender called out, causing me to halt. “Hey, your change”

I didn’t dare turn to answer him cause I knew I’d get caught. “Keep it”

“Hey!” On hearing the deep voice, blood drained from my face. How did he recognize me even when my back was against him? “Who are you and why are you blocking your face?”

I didn’t know what to say so I took to my heels, running as if my life depends on it. That wasn’t the smartest move but I had to run away from here.

I’ve always been a fast runner but I guess not today because he caught up with me and grabbed me by the arm. He made me face him and when he saw who I was, his face darkened.

“You d’ck sucker” Yeah, I once sucked his motherfucking d’ck too. Yikes!

“Yeah, I remember you with the tiny d’ck which didn’t make its way to the middle of my tongue” I replied smugly and smirked. “It felt like I was sucking one of my toes”

His eyes darkened and his nose flared. Damn, the big guy is angry. His hold on my arm tightened and I winced in pain. Fuck, I’m gonna end up with a broken arm if I don’t escape his grip real soon.

“Let me go!” I gritted and kicked in between his legs. He groaned in pain and immediately, I freed myself from him and started running away.

“You b’tch!” I heard him roar as I began looking for a place to hide in the alley. If I tried to escape, I’d get caught and that was the last thing I needed.

Galante was known for his cruelty and mercilessness but he was good to me. He promised to give me all that I wanted but that changed when his most precious possession went missing and I was pinned as the suspect.

He gave me two options. To return it and become his possession or to die with it along with everyone I cared about. Luckily, I came over here and dad left for Florida. I guess he doesn’t know shit about my mum so we’re all safe.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Someone asked, blocking me from the front. He was also one of the men whose d’ck went down my throat.

I turned around to escape from the back but the first man was there too. He was still trying to walk properly and I knew I had hit him pretty hard. Now, I’m busted.

“The boss will be so happy to see you, b’tch!”