Spoiling The Billionaire’s Good Son

Shane’s POV

“I… I cannot be your tutor”

“It’s not debatable, Shane, you are my tutor” She paused and looked at me and I stared back, allowing my eyes to take in all her beautiful features. Christ, how perfect can she get?

“I don’t know how to tutor anyone. I cannot help you, please”

“Are you trying to avoid me?” She asked and took a step closer, I gulped. “Cause it hell looks like what you’ve been doing for the past two fucking weeks”

The past two weeks have been pretty rough. I’m even surprised that I still managed to get excellent grades and top the class in my midterm result.

I couldn’t concentrate on studying, I couldn’t concentrate on doing anything else because she was always on my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, what she was doing, where she was going, who she was with… And each time, I got pretty jealous.

I don’t know how it started but jealousy has suddenly become a part of me. And I feel it whenever she’s with anyone except me. What does that even mean? When did I start being that way?

“Shane, answer me! Are you trying to avoid me?”

“No!” I blurted out loudly. Everyone in the hallway turned to look at us and I got nervous. When I looked up at her, she had this surprised look on her face. Like I had suddenly said something out of the world.

For the past two weeks, I thought she was avoiding me. Maybe she realized that I was a total waste of time and decided to dump me. It hurt whenever I thought about it and for the first time in my life, I felt heartbroken.

She didn’t try to come to me like she used to. She didn’t even try to talk to me and it made me so sick. She was always with Ashley and most of the boys from the football team. Yeah, I know that because I had been stalking her. I just couldn’t stay away.

I missed her, I still do.

“No?” She asked in surprise. “You’re always with Layla”

“No, I’m not always with her, she’s always with me” Does that even make sense? Gosh, I’m screwing this up.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Layla helped a lot. Being my study buddy, she made sure we studied together. Sometimes I got lost in the middle of it, wondering why Renee would stay away from me and what I could do to get her back. Did I do something wrong? I kept asking myself. But Layla was always there to pull me out of it.

She couldn’t understand what was going on but she knew something was wrong. She asked all the time and I lied all the time. Yeah, I now do it effortlessly without regrets.

I even went up to her room countlessly but I always stopped outside the door. Once, I heard her talking and laughing with someone over the phone and it drove me insane. She had called him Nick and at that moment, I had the strong urge to break down the door and walk into the room. Pretty insane, isn’t it?

I’ve been losing my sanity over her and it’s not funny anymore.

“Did you miss me?” I gulped and looked away but she held my chin and made me face her again. I looked into her eyes and felt myself melting away. “Answer the question”

I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut.

Would she understand if I told her that I didn’t miss her? How would it be possible to just miss her when she’s the only thing on my mind? I go to bed thinking about her and I wake up, still thinking about her.

“I… I…” I miss everything about you, I wanted to say but the words couldn’t flow out.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw a figure leaning against the wall. I averted my eyes immediately and caught Kyle. He was staring at us and I couldn’t stop myself from glaring back at him.

I felt anger and jealousy. Anger because he wouldn’t stay away from Renee and jealousy because I saw him talking to her a while ago. Something I couldn’t do for the past two weeks.

Derek walked over and whispered into his ears before turning to look at me. Unlike before, I don’t feel scared of them, I don’t feel anxious. I feel repulsive.

“Well, well, well, look who we have here. I guess this is the perfect place to study, isn’t it?” Layla’s voice broke in. She walked over and held me by the arm, dragging me away from Renee.

“We’ve got far more important things to do, right Shane?” Before I could respond, she dragged me away.

***

Renee did not come down for dinner and I kept wondering why. Aunt Grace volunteered to take her dinner up to her room and also to inquire if she was okay. After dinner, I washed the dishes while Theoden dried them off.

“So… How did the tutorial go?”

“What tutorial?”

“The one with Renee”

I sighed and grabbed a towel to dry my hands. “There was no tutorial”

“Why? But she said…”

“I’m not her tutor, not yet” The Guidance Counselor had spoken to me. He had also given me a copy of her result. But I’m yet to decide or give her an answer.

“Doesn’t seem like she needs your opinion anyway. She already said you’re her tutor” He smiled awkwardly and patted my shoulder. “I already have a feeling I’m gonna love this.”

He squeezed my shoulder and walked out of the kitchen before I could even ask what he meant. After drying my hands, I walked out of the kitchen and started towards my room. I paused for no reason and turned back to take the stairs.

She didn’t come down for dinner and I wondered why. Was she sick? I kept asking myself but I doubted that because she looked pretty fine when she returned from school.

Outside her bedroom, I stood hesitantly, not knowing if to knock or walk away. Layla’s room was opposite hers and I could hear her talking to her father on the phone. I overheard her telling him that she liked someone already and furrowed my brows.

Did she like someone? Layla liked someone already? Since when? Why hasn’t she told me about it yet? Or was she keeping it a secret?

I turned back to the door in front of me and gulped hard, instantly clearing the thought of Layla liking someone off my mind. It was still surprising but I felt happy for her at the same time. If she wanted to keep it a secret then it’s fine. If she ever thought of sharing it with me then it’s alright. As long as she was happy.

I didn’t realize when I raised my hand and knocked on the door, twice. It was a soft knock but I bet anyone inside the room could hear it. I paused and looked around, curling my hands into a fist to prevent it from shaking. My heart started beating out of tandem as I waited.

When I didn’t get any response, I knocked once more and without warning, I turned the knob and barged into the room. My nerves were in disarray and I had started sweating. Anxiety was slowly kicking in.

“Ren… Renee?” I looked around the empty but neat bedroom. “Are you in here?”

There was no response.

I started walking around her bedroom like a creep, taking note of everything that was in there. I got over to her mini bookshelf and smiled when I saw the books that were stacked up. I never thought she’d be interested in books to the extent of owning them in her library.

I glanced at her reading table and something caught my attention. Quietly, I walked over and was shocked when I saw the video that was playing on her phone. My mouth dropped and my eyes widened. Holy Christ!

Gulping hard, I looked around the room one more time, just to be sure she wasn’t hiding somewhere. Then I went closer to the table and stood to watch the n@ked people on her phone, touching and doing things to each other.

My dick hardened when the lady took the man’s organ into her mouth. She sucked on it and he groaned while scooping a handful of her hair in his hand. He was loving it and I couldn’t help but stare fixed at what they were doing to each other. I couldn’t help but study the expressions on their faces, especially when the man touched the lady everywhere.

With each touch, she made some sounds that got me harder. I shut my eyes and all I could picture was Renee, in front of me, kneeling, and taking me deep down her throat. I also wondered what it would feel like to get my hands all over her.

Will she make those crazy sounds like the lady in the video? Would she tug and drag my hair while I feasted on her bosom? Would she squirm and cry while I buried my fingers inside her wetness?

I immediately shook my head and forced my eyes open, jerking out of my thoughts. What in the name of Christ am I thinking??? I’m just seeing this for the first time and yet I’ve already made up thousands of fantasies in my mind.

Christ, why did I even watch that? I should’ve just turned away and walked out of the room but instead, I stayed back. My eyes remained glued to the phone and now, I cannot take it out of my head.

“Well, hello!” I shivered at the sound of her voice and I spun around to find her leaning on the closed door with her arms folded. “I see you got comfortable, hm?”