A Son for A Billionaire novel Chapter 11

EPISODE ELEVEN

Theme: Playboy at work

(FLASHBACK TO TEN YEARS AGO)

LOS ANGELES

CLARK MANSION

Mrs Clark walked into her husband’s study room only to find him tapping his forefinger on the desk. Mr Clark only did that whenever he was bothered or angry.

“Honey, is everything okay?” Mrs Clark asked as she walked closer to the mahogany desk.

No response came from Mr Clark as he kept on tapping his forefinger on the desk. Mrs Clark went around the swivel chair in an attempt to massage her husband’s shoulder but he felt uncomfortable by her touch.

“What is wrong? Tell me Clark, what is going on? Why do you look so bothered?” She questioned frantically.

“I am glad you notice I feel bothered and something is wrong but this time it is not about business or a client.” Mr Clark said with his jaw set in a hard line.

“If it is not about the business or a client then what is this look about?” Mrs Clark asked.

Mr Clark stopped tapping his finger on the desk. “Everything about your son is totally wrong!” He bared his teeth in anger.

Mrs Clark eyebrows snapped together at her husband’s sudden outburst. “What do you mean by everything about my son...no our son is wrong?” She asked.

Mr Clark stood up from the swivel chair and went to stand by the window in a bid to control his fury but nothing worked. “You want to know?” He asked and his wife nodded her head positively.

“I just found out from one of my men now that Ace has been absent from college for weeks now.” Mr Clark blurted out.

Mrs Clark mouth fell open immediately. “No..no that is not true. Are you sure about this because he left for college this morning.” She said.

A muscle in Mr Clark’s jaw twitched as he managed to speak up. “Well, your son has been lying to us all this while. He had only been acting like he was going to college every morning. And I am sure he is probably hanging out with some couple of idle girls instead of going to college!” Mr Clark face his wife a grimace of anger.

Mrs Clark shook her head in disagreement. “No honey don't talk like that, Ace our son is a good boy, although he may misbehave at times but not to the point of abandoning school to chase after girls.” She tried to defend her son.

Mr Clark frown deepened as he walked away from the window to the large couch in the room. “I must admit that you are the reason why Ace turned out this way! I can't believe this! He is only 23 and look at the way he is already living his life, a wayward life that is absolutely not in my blood!” Mr Clark grounded out.

Mrs Clark has to sneer at his words. “What! Are you saying Ace got that lifestyle of his from me?” She turned to him so that they stood face to chest.

“I am saying that I didn’t live such life when I was growing up and if you had let me chastise him each time he does any wrong he wouldn’t have turned out this way. All Ace has even done is cause me trouble and I am beginning to wonder where you got that boy from!” Mr Clark gritted.

Mrs Clark eyes widened in shock. Are you trying to say Ace is a bastard or that he is not your son?!” She raised her voice at him.

Mr Clark stepped away from his wife. “You can answer that yourself.” He said.

“Oh really? Seriously Clark? How dare you say this to my face that our son isn’t your son!” She snapped with her eyes sparkling in anger.

“Listen to me, if you don't talk to your son..then I am making a promise to strip him off his inheritance.” Mr Clark said with a serious face before walking out of the room in annoyance.

“You dare not Clark!” Mrs Clark shouted.

Mr Clark slammed the door and motioned towards his bedroom. Mrs Clark fussed for a while in the study room, pacing to and fro before walking out of the room too.

She went straight to her room, went in search of her phone and she found it on the dressing table. Mrs Clark dialed Ace number several times but he didn’t pick up.

IN FIONA'S APARTMENT

Ace Clark pulled up his car in garage, he grabbed his phone and turned it off after he saw that it was his mom that was calling him. He got out of car and bounce up the small stairs leading to Fiona’s apartment and then he knocked.