Spoiling The Billionaire’s Good Son

Shane’s POV

“What in the name of…” Derek yelled from behind and I squeezed my eyes shut. He’s the main reason I wanted to leave but sadly, he’s here now. ” Shane Dalton, what a pleasant surprise ”

He came over to stand in front of me and I sighed. What does he want from me? I’m sure he’s just here to humiliate me like he always does.

“What brings you to the party, huh?” He asked and when I didn’t respond, he poured the drink he was holding on my head and it drained down my body.

“It’s none of your business, leave him alone” Layla snapped, glaring hard at him. Just like me, she hated him but he wouldn’t stay out of our lives.

“Why are you always running your mouth when it comes to this asshole huh? You’re always so defensive when it comes to him”

“Like I said, it’s none of your business, now excuse us,” Layla said and turned to leave but he grabbed her by the hand at once and pushed her to himself.

“Or maybe it’s because you like him, huh? You fucking like him, don’t you?” Derek asked and I arched my brows. Why would Layla like me? We were just best friends and we had promised to remain that way.

“Just shut up and stay away from this!” Layla gritted and moved away from him. When she came back to us, she couldn’t even look up at any of us.

“Alright, since you all are here, let’s play a game. Truth or dare”

“We’re not playing!”

“Of course, I like the sound of it. I’ll play” Came the reply from behind and we all turned to see Renee. She joined us and Derek smirked. Holy Mercies, what is she doing? “I chose Dare”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“I dare you…” Derek started and my heartbeat skipped “To make out with Shane for ten minutes”

Wait. What?!?

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Renee’s POV

“No, definitely not, he’s not making out with her!” Layla retorted and immediately came to stand in front of Shane defensively. She had this repugnant look on her face which showed that she didn’t like what we were playing at.

But what’s with her anyway? In the last few hours, I’ve come to notice how protective she is when it comes to Shane. And hell yeah, I also heard her telling her mother and brother that she has a secret crush on him but would he even give a fuck about that? I think not because he actually looks like one who would fry his balls, instead of having anything to do with any girl.

“Piss off, Layla, it’s their game, not yours”

“I said-Shane’s not playing the game so I’d advise you pick someone else”

The guy sighed and rolled his eyes but before he could say anything else, I had already pulled at my crop top and shoved it over my head. The small crowd around us gasped and whispered to each other while Shane looked away instantly.

Layla gave me the ‘What the heck are you doing’ look but I didn’t give a single fuck about it cause this was me having fun and trying to enjoy a motherfucking game.

“So… What’s it gonna be, Shane? Are you sure you’re ready for this part of the game?” I asked and crossed my arms under my breasts. Since my top was gone, I was now left in nothing but my trousers and bra.

Our little game had attracted the whole students like magnets and in no time, we were crowded with thousands of eyes piercing on us, me to be precise. I’m sure they must be wondering who I was and what I was playing at.

“What in the name of Christ, Renee?!?” Layla gritted once she got over to me. She picked my top from the ground and asked me to wear it but I refused. Then she whispered between gritted teeth “Aren’t you ashamed, huh?”

I laughed heartily and looked at her. Ashamed? What the fuck was there to be ashamed of? We were at a fucking party, playing a goddamn game that would be so forgotten after having a couple of drinks burning down my throat.

Besides, I’ve gotten into numerous games and if worst comes to the worst, I’d walk butts naked in front of the whole school just so my beautiful hair does not get shaved off my head. Thankfully, that has never happened because Nick was always there to make sure I don’t fucking strip in front of the guys when I’m all drunk and slurring.

“Well, I’m just obeying the rules of the game, Layla. If we fail to carry out the dare, we’ll both have to fucking strip and that’s what I’m doing” Well, there were many rules but don’t blame me. This one is just my favorite and I can’t just wait for Shane to fucking take his clothes off.

Besides, they were stained with whatever drink that dickhead had poured on him and I must admit, he kinda looked sexy, especially with the way the shirt hugged his body, revealing his perfect abs and six packs, or was it eight?

The crowd went wild in excitement and I smirked when I looked up to find Shane stealing glances at my body through the corner of his eyes. Truth is, he made me want to fucking test him so badly. Sadly, he wasn’t close to passing any of them.

“Okay, fine!” Came Shane’s timid voice at the other end of the crowd. Layla turned immediately when she heard his voice and rushed over to him. She must’ve said something to him because he nodded before coming to stand in the middle.

Everyone remained quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the loud music booming through the speakers. I looked up at him but he didn’t look at me as his eyes remained glued to the floor. Okay, what’s this about? Is he playing the game or not?

“I’m gonna pay any amount you ask for just to let it slide”

I furrowed my brows as I turned to look at the guy who had initiated the game. He had been quiet the whole time, letting us go back and forth. The dickhead stepped forward and the side of his lips quirked up.

“Really huh?” He asked and went to stand an inch from where Shane stood. The latter was taller and handsome with more muscles. “How about you pay five hundred fucking grand huh?”

I watched Shane who gulped, making his Adam’s apple bulge out in his fucking throat. Then in one word, he answered, “Deal”

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my top, immediately putting it on. Of fucking course. What did I fucking say about these rich kids, huh? They always think their money can solve every fucking thing, even useless ones.

Layla looked at me and smiled while I smirked. I know she’s happy. Happy that I didn’t have to make out with her best friend or should I call it crush in front of her. Yeah, I’d give her that but I guess this is just the beginning of the game.

Let’s call it 1 fucking 0. Game on!