THE STOLEN BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER

CHAPTER TWO

Leon Langley

I was playing around with my pen as the teacher went on teaching algebra. I didn’t think I needed to concentrate on what was being taught. My father owned a large business and he was a billionaire. I was going to inherit everything anyway; I was destined to be rich.

I looked at the girl seated beside me, she smiled at me. I winked at her, I was what was considered the complete package in this school. I was rich, handsome and good at sports; that was the one thing I was good at.

“Mr. Langley, care to tell us the answer to this question?” The teacher asked, catching me completely off guard.

I turned to look at the board. I hadn’t been paying attention and I didn’t know what to even say, but before I could make a fool of myself, the bell rung. I smirked, saved by the bell, I thought, as I stood up.

The teacher walked up to me, “ Could you stay a minute? I have something to talk to you about,” he said.

“If you could hurry this up, I have football practice to get to,” I said.

“About that, I don’t think you’ll be playing football this year if you don’t get your grades up.” He said. “You’re in your senior year and you’re failing almost all your classes.”

I scoffed, “I don’t think the coach will agree with you,” I stated confidently.

“We talked with him and we agreed that you’ll be benched for the rest of the season if you fail the upcoming midterm.” The teacher stated, “this is the beginning of the rest of your life, you might want to start putting in more effort.” He walked away.

This couldn’t have come at the worst time. This was usually when college recruits come to watch the games and I was expecting to join a college that has the best football team. I wouldn’t be able to impress anyone if I was benched. But worst of all, my father said that if my grades slipped even further, I would be done with football.

I wasn’t exactly on good terms with my father after what I had found out a few months back.

I skipped school one day and when I sneaked back home, I caught my mother and my father’s best friend making out in the living room.

“You have got to be kidding me mom!” I barked.

She looked at me shocked, “what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in school young man?” She asked, her hand on her waist.

I scoffed, “that’s what you were going to say after I caught you cheating on dad? And with his best friend no less?” I asked as I glared at the man standing next to my mother.

“Leon, don’t speak to your mother like that!” Hugo, my dad’s best friend, yelled.

“You shut the hell up!” I yelled back at him.

“Leon!” My mother yelled, “show Hugo some respect.”

“You mean the same respect he is showing dad by hooking up with his wife?!” I yelled, “how could you do this to dad?” I asked my mother.

She turned to Hugo, “why don’t you give us a minute?” He asked.

“Are you going to be okay?” Hugo asked.

“She’s my mother. What do you mean if she’s going to be okay?” I asked, pissed that he didn’t seem remorseful in the slightest.

Hugo just looked at me, then he walked out of the living room.

My mother sighed, “ Son, we need to talk about this.” She said as she sat me down. “Your father and I have been going through a rough patch for a while. Remember when I told you about your sister who died? It started then and I thought having you would fix our marriage, but it only fixed the problem for a little while and now that you are all grown up, our problems are back.”

“That doesn’t excuse you cheating on dad.” I said.

She sighed, “your father and I have had an open relationship for a while. He knows about what has been going on between Hugo and I.” She said.

“What?” I asked, confused, “and he is okay with it?” I asked.

“He is sweetie. But I don’t think he wants you to know. So, don’t speak about it to him.” My mother said.

I respected my father so much, but after what I just heard, that respect vanished.

I was in my room listening to music with my father and burst through the door. I didn’t even move to acknowledge him, he walked up to me and yanked the headphones from my ears.

“What is this I hear about you failing algebra?!” He barked.

I shrugged, “it’s exactly what you heard,” I stated.

“I’m calling your coach right now and you are off football!” He barked.

“What?” I yelled, “you can’t do that!”

“I told you that if your grades keep slipping this would happen. If you focused on your school work as much as you focused on football, then maybe you wouldn’t be failing.” He yelled back at me.

“What’s with all the yelling?” My mother joined us.

“Dad wants to force me to stop playing football!” I yelled.

“You will play football once your grades go up,” he said with finality.

“I guess I know why you let mom have s*x with Hugo.” I muttered under my breath.

“Did you say something?” He asked.

“No.” I said as I shut my bedroom door to his face. This turned out to be the worst day ever.

The next day I woke up feeling exhausted and not really in the mood for anything. I thought now that I wasn’t in the football team, I might as well rebel against my dad.

“Good morning Leon.” My father, who was having his coffee at the kitchen table with a newspaper in hand, said.

“What’s so good about it?” I asked as I took a seat furthest from him.

He sighed, “I’m sorry for yelling at you yesterday. I just want what’s best for you and if you want to take over the business some day you need to at least have a college degree.”

“I could get into college through football,” I said.

“But you need to actually learn something in college for you to graduate.” He said. “Now, I will find you a good tutor that will help you get your grades up and if I see an improvement in your midterms, then I will talk to your teachers about letting you back to your football team.”

“Whatever. I’m going to school.” I said as I stood up and walked out of the kitchen.

“You don’t want to have breakfast sweetie?” My mother asked.

“I’ll get something on my way to school.” I said.

I had raided my father’s liquor cabinet the night before and I was planning on getting drunk with my friend later when we skipped school. Maybe go to the beach and party and meet up with girls.

I entered my car and drove off picking my friend up on the way. “Do you want to party?” I asked him with a smirk.

He smiled, “what do you have in mind?” Lucas asked.

I reached back to my back seat and took a bottle of vodka. I handed it to him, “whoa dude, are you even allowed to be drinking this?” He asked.

“Do you want to get drunk or not?” I asked.

“I’m not going to say no to a good bottle of vodka.” He said as he opened the bottle and took a sip, then he passed it to me.

We picked up a few girls. We were enjoying ourselves in the warm LA weather when I missed a turn and we crashed the car into another car that was parked.

“You should all get out,” I said. I was driving under the influence and I was sure that I was going to jail. I didn’t want to have my friend go down with me.

The owner called the police on me.

“Leon Langley?” The police officer asked.

“Yes.” I said, but I could barely see straight.

It turns out that the cop was a friend of my dad and he called him instead. At this point, I would have opted to go to jail because my father would give me an earful.

“Thanks Jameson. I will handle it from here.” My father said when he arrived. “You can town the car, I will pay the necessary fine.”

They said goodbye and my father handed me a cup of coffee. “Is this how you plan on getting back to the football team? By getting drunk and crashing your car?” He asked, “do you think you'd still get to a good college if they knew you had a record?”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight,” I said.

“Exactly. That’s the problem with you, you never think before you do anything!” He took a deep breath, “I wouldn’t always be here to bail you out when you get into trouble.” He said.

“I have heard from you. Now could you please stop yelling,” I pleaded.

He sighed, “I’ll take you home and call a doctor to check up on you.”

We got home and when we walked in, it felt almost like déjà vu. There my mother was making out with Hugo, again!

“What the hell is going on?!” My father barked.

“Stop pretending like you don’t know yet you gave them permission,” I said as I dragged myself to the stairs.

“You let our son think that I knew you were having an affair with my best friend?” My father asked, confused.

“Wait, you didn’t know?” I asked, confused, as I looked at my mother, “you let me believe that dad knew yet he didn’t? What kind of a mother does that?” The headache wasn’t helping the situation.

“Sweetie, it’s not what you think,” She said.

“I want the both of you out of my house. I will send you the divorce papers.” My father said as he walked up to me, “let’s get you to your room.” He said as he helped me up the stairs.

It wasn’t fun having parents who were divorced, but I didn’t want to even see my mother at that point.